Thanks for your company and muse, I know life without Love I’ve known life with Love Preferring with Love For the pains of loss, regrets grieving cuts deep, Creating a sadness in which your drowning comes as a relief you weep. An emptiness being a stranger in your own life
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy, you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore.
Substack is the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied witing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 60 subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. God bless you!
To Saint James Duff
Container of Poetry
Seeds on The Winding
& SomeTimes Windy Bluff
In Concert
https://outsidetherealitymachine.com/2023/01/12/visions-of-the-empire-a-poem-for-the-21st-century-excerpt-006/comment-page-1/?unapproved=8364&moderation-hash=fa4ccb269c3e70f96fe2be7c39891152#comment-8364
Great poem, love it!
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/at-the-gates-of-hell
I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy, you do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore.
Substack is the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied witing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 60 subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. God bless you!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/rome-never-fell-the-empire-never
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/oh-zero-i-just-cant-quit-you
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/frost-reloaded
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/lady-gaga-and-czechwizard-at-it
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-lords-prayer-there-is-more
"An emptiness being a stranger in your own life
Without..."
"Her eyes said so
Her whispers I know
Her soft touch aglow
Dream me as I dream you"
~ James Duff
{Nevereth The Lesser}
*
"The foxes have [their] holes & dens,
And the birds of flighted trees,
Their nests,"
But The Sun...& Cinnamon Tresses laid upon the head, flow like a flowering mare.
**
GROK ! !!
~ Sayeth Bobby Heinlein
{No stranger, NO !} !...
"An emptiness being a stranger in your own life
Without..."
"Her eyes said so
Her whispers I know
Her soft touch aglow
Dream me as I dream you"
~ James Duff
{Nevereth The Lesser}
*
"The foxes have [their] holes & dens,
And the birds of flighted trees,
Their nests,"
But The Sun...& c
Cinnamon Tresses laid upon the head, flow like a flowering mare.
**
GROK ! !!
~ Sayeth Bobby Heinlein
{No stranger, NO !} !...