Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?
Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen l… - Nick Gordon
Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen l…
- Nick Gordon
Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open t… - Nick Gordon
Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open t…
By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again. - Nick Gordon
By day each soul must walk within its shadow. Only night can make us whole again.
Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness,… - Nick Gordon
Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness,…
On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light. - Nick Gordon
On Hanukkah, the first dark night, Light yourself a candle bright. I'll you, if you will me invite To dance within that gentle light.
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat. - Nick Gordon
Halloween wraps fear in innocence, as though it were a lightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat.
On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park. - Nick Gordon
On Halloween, witches come true; Wild ghosts escape from dreams. Each monster dances in the park.
Love of life at times requires death - Nick Gordon
Love of life at times requires death
Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake … - Nick Gordon
Joy requires one to be awake, Adjusting the heart's ambience to bright. Some prefer the dark, as is their right, On grounds of agony, and to forsake …
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