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Sharp and rugged mountains
Pry the glory
From tender panorama
The towering reign
Of rustic kings
Fluctuates for all time
Spanning far, high and wide
I steam in fantasy
Of an hour of ceaseless climbing
Examining the callous miles I scale
In full and primal splendor
As I savagely sift, claim and ascend
The warm falling beads
Of the low and calm fields
Are lost far below
These whirling white zeniths
I'll falter atop the crown
Of frost bitten behemoths
Mute and stoic
Naked and untamed
Alone
I’ll drink in, the wild’s cruel whim
Braced for it all
In vague and shallow understanding
Pry the glory
From tender panorama
The towering reign
Of rustic kings
Fluctuates for all time
Spanning far, high and wide
I steam in fantasy
Of an hour of ceaseless climbing
Examining the callous miles I scale
In full and primal splendor
As I savagely sift, claim and ascend
The warm falling beads
Of the low and calm fields
Are lost far below
These whirling white zeniths
I'll falter atop the crown
Of frost bitten behemoths
Mute and stoic
Naked and untamed
Alone
I’ll drink in, the wild’s cruel whim
Braced for it all
In vague and shallow understanding
Literature
Diagnosis
empty child eyes like black orbs getting bigger [ I was born for glossy meadows, my skirts float like waves kites above my head, they caress low clouds the world of carefree colors, and wind, mostly wind ] burnt doll melted plastic meanders slowly through the broken face [ I was born to see the stars on empty sky, to create wonders, unruly miracles, wild dreams, blooming with intensity of new life being painted and written, mostly written ] the bitter taste of malady, a gentle touch of disaster and diagnosis was... ... flame among a dry grass...
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Law's Ticklish Imprisonment
“DAMN IT!” Surrounded, and cornered, Law found himself isolated from the rest of his party by a mob of Renan underlings. Ever since they had arrived at Mahag Saar things had been going from bad to worse. First, they had needed to deal with winds and cold. It had been freezing! His outfit was so not made to deal with sudden drops in temperature… And then there had been all that sand and grit too, clinging to his mouth and even getting into his shoes and underwear. That wasn’t the worst of his troubles, though. Then there had been all that trouble at Niez too. All those people, massacred by that Renan witch Almeidrea, consumed by hatred and transformed into Astral energy. Rinwell… Landing another hit on one of the guards, he gritted his teeth. He hoped she was alright! As the battle wore on, his flurry of hits and kicks were beginning to do no damage. As soon as one armoured giant was felled another took his place, forcing him into an ever tightening circle. He paused, his
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Still There
Sometimes it's hard to believe with eyes painted by the swirl Of a vortex kept going by grim outlooks and grimmer predictions Phasing through our eyes and targeting our minds, but surely The colors of hope, strength and love haven’t left us… have they? The fight to preserve these forces only seems to get harder As the winds of adversity aim to erode the soil of a nation Where we are indeed still standing… but far from united. This is the definitive weekend for all that defines our land, But that spark of joy and pride just feels dimmer this time. Now, I feel, is the time to step off the eagle for a moment So that we the people may see ourselves as that alone: Human beings who find success’ greatest obstacle is often Becoming tangled up in our wildly flowing ambitions. Could a land where liberty and justice are equal for all Be nothing more than the wildest of such dreams? That is still up to us, for somewhere out there Is the place where Old Glory will fly higher
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Beautiful!