Bare bone art is music, not poetry, yet poetry bleeds into sonics, it can't just stay on the page, and nobody wants fruit thrown at them!

War thats when the bell tolls for thee as if to crack a wip with a thunder bolt no turning back its talons out, death with machines in vengence against explosions from twisted greed..

Got to win!

For those who see good people as weak, they are very wrong.

The next award for the better world action or gesture is: The Sublime Double Dragon Award! There is only one.

I think a peace agreement is still possible, and I am secretly praying for this outcome.

The sea collapsed in the beautiful tempest. Jewels flushed down with them. Speculators on the rocks drink gin and tonic. Weary of the winding road they pull over to see the graffiti. Memories twist with a tempest.