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Knight Of Illusion
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I hear every word you tell, to the dying hope inside.
You think you'll become less beautiful, before time steals your chance?
Lady, you will not miss.
My darling, by these words, allow me this dance.
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Woven in honesty, Maybe you reflect what

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 76 of 686

Upon The Winds Of Time I look to the stars,I remind myself, what precious moments I have wasted so foolishly. I've always found a desire for things I have never tasted. I know of eyes that caused me weak; of tears that melted my everything. There is a whisper that still captures my dreams. Where might I go to find my angel? ...
Politics, News & Issues > Environmental Awareness Easy ways your family can "go green": 36 of 219

In our household, the word "peace" when related to our planet, takes on the aspect of "to be joined together as one". It is about the little things we do daily that make our physical visit to this habitat exciting.Our family delights in recycling, we do not obsess with it, we keep it simple and workable,so it does not become...
Religion & Spirituality > Churches & Organizations Should Christian churches allow gays to be ordained as priests?: 15 of 82

With the confession of the mouth we are overflowing that which masters our heart. Jesus is the Word. Jesus is the Alpha and the Omega; The beginning and the end. He promises to forgive all by His spoken Word. His spoken Word also instructs us. Should the body of Christ allow Homosexuality in its leadership? The question is s...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 228 of 1171

Language Of Love Two lonesome spirits, passion as an elemental storm within, come to me long waiting heart; caress my gentle soul. So long have we drifted uncertain, sailed alone,walked the forest in silence. We could always hear each others song; we have always danced together, I've forever known, your desires for the falli...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Passion: 86 of 392

Lady Myst Surrounding her, lingers a pale light, drawing forth this calloused man. In her aura, I find such peace. A hope beyond that which I have ever tasted. She calls to me in ways that allow me to understand what forever is for. Beneath a veil of falling vapor, I see the eyes of her soul, they cause me weak, stumbling in...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ulterior motives: 2 of 9

Memoir to The Fat Frothing vessels try and doth clash upon the marbled table Laughter peals and wrenching odors fill the halls greasy fingers pry the bones clean as wolves that never dined goblets crash as frantic heathen manners rage furry spined mongers sing in sore pitch talent Then appear this man of chivalrous perfectio...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imaginary love: 7 of 30

Tapestry of a Dream (Tapisserie d'un rve) Gently I close my eyes, and become the painter, Silken passion draw forth this delight from such coarse and calloused hand. I can be the Anam Cara to the weak and trembling goddess, There she smiles, and my heart grows suddenly astound. Have not I, the golden scepter, when I visualiz...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forbidden: 25 of 101

Forbidden Be away from me O spirit of intrigue; you are cast out for the shameful ways that you sport with my heart. Barren now lies this unreachable chamber that your charm may never permeate. I have danced with you, and you have lifted me. I have spoken unto you the hidden things of my greatest recesses, and only to be tor...
Computers & Technology > Internet Software & Utils Guide to gaming extensions for Firefox: 1 of 4

The simple things in life are free. So it goes for the game add-ons available for the Mozilla Firefox web browser.After locating and installing several of the available game extensions,I will reveal the good,the bad,and the ugly. Being the quiz addict that I am,I started out with a neat little add-on,named just that,"QUIZ AD...
Home & Garden > Gardening (Other) True gardening stories: What my garden taught me - the hard way: 18 of 68

Our youngest daughter was three years old when I took my favorite picture of her. Jolee was crouched down with a beautiful pink dress and matching pink ribbon, accenting her long golden curls. She had her lips parted slightly as she was clutching a single white dandelion; lifting close, as she examined this precious find, he...