

Socialism: A Love StoryRejoice, comrades!Socialism: A Love Story
We have taken power From the greedy hands Of the corporate elite And given it to the Greedy hands of The government elite.


AsylumThe museum was burnt down. From its ruins an asylum you built. Day by day, often long into the nights. Three-hundred and sixty five days a year for four decades straight. Calloused hands never ceased. Alone you labored to create the finest building in the land. To restore the beauty there had once been. People came from across the globe to admire it. But an asylum it still was.Asylum
Beneath the tiles lay the graves of your dead children. Opportunities missed. Chances for happiness, for love. Old and exhausted you sit in the main hall, haunted endl


untitledTwo souls coalesce Vaguely discernible figures Dancing in dim light Gentle moans Subtle sounds of ancient ritual Conjures up our forbearers I am Adam You are Eve.untitled
Ecstasy engulfs me A lunar eclipse Love triumphing over evil Birds chirp as if prophets Bringing a message of hope.
Were just leaves in the wind Floating without aim Through a minefield Living only to die Wondering why.
But when stars explode When planets die Well just laugh and grin What else can we do?
What else
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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Oh snap!
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... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)
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sinun olisi parasta pitää huoli unelmistasi, rakas
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Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed.
William Blake .
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YOU DON'T NEED EYE'S TO SEE, YOU NEED VISION!
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... Et nous offrirons nos yeux au monde... (A. Stivell)
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Parasite Contagious & Infected
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Ik hou van jou *EeveeDellVeVe
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