Kristi lekamen – the body of Christ
on November 5th – valborgsnatt
Elden smeker mig – passion lurking
DEATH UNRULY – you bite unholy
This ist nicht main teil – butter on scones
a middle way – vardagskaffet kallt
Without you – ingenting
Alles gut – snow flakes – tรฅrar faller
Death becomes me
Slowly
Briefly contemplating mortality and
the meaning of prayers never answered,
our beloved friends the Cyclops sees the world without depth whereas I stand tall
watching You all in glorious 3D. Divine
knowledge growing with every passing
day, our common goal must surely be
to remember the Forgotten Gods.
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: forgotten gods
Who search and truly find
When knowledge clouds the mind
Why try to tempt the hand of fate
What purpose fills a date
Where restless souls abide
Uncle Bill
was always William
to certain people
mostly those
above a certain age
altho only once
did i hear some one
call to him as Billy
and then it was
in a drunken Dublin brogue
and held a certain distain
and you could see
the name
bounce off him
and scatter into the night
like so much paint
fading in the rain
from then on in
i always called him
Uncle WilliamOK, people, this has reached the good, for me reaches of 20 odd notes, now, OK, itโs by my low standards a pleasant little thing, but, does anyone know what it is i am referring to?
I am making no points of any kind, merely curious.
Well… I asked my friend Mr Google and probably spent 1h trying but didn’t come to any sensible conclusion… My thread of thoughts were Queen Victoria had an uncle William (IV) but he didn’t have a nickname of Bill so that failed…. But William III WAS called Bill in some circles, NI for example but you made reference to Dublin so that didn’t link 100% either… So in the end I gave up ๐
What is the correct answer?
(In my defence I claim a non-British lineage)
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Enticing you an extract
of a book about to be writ
A gripping tale of love and death
No crimes unpunished
No deeds undone
On shelf by shelf
Across the land
I write
you read
and the world a
better place for it
One day not far away from now
He will awake from fog and cloud
With mind alert and limbs excited
A rising Sun abreaking hazes
The tempting thought of running wild
Creating life where others failed
Forego the coins people longed for
Remaining true to values mortal
One day not far away from now
That May Come True
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt:
our wildest expectations
