

The Downfall of SocietyThe Downfall of SocietyThe Downfall of Society
In a long-forgotten, distorted city Rests the body of its now drained phantom, That cut and slashed through every blade of grass And filled each of its faithful denizens with blithe. Now its only decent purpose for its sake Remains buried and cold on top of a hill.
Each year now, on the leveling hill, More spectacles tell of the city
That remained breathing for the residents sake. Every building light succumbs to the phantom That was once a picture of wealth and blithe, But whose broken remnants now lay in the grass. &nb


What IsWhat IsWhat Is
What is not to love, With passionate, round eyes that Are accented by soft, fluttering lashes? What is not to dream about, When smooth, pouting lips beckon You closer? What is there to ignore, When you fix your sight on
Slender curves that outline broad, Butterfly hips? What is hard to notice, If every follicle of yellow hair flows Straight past the shoulders and down the back With a honey colored tint? What is there to resist, When the very manner you witness Is a plea of sultry want? Yet each time you come nearer, &nbs


The Changing WindsThe Changing WindsThe Changing Winds
He was scared. He was stubborn. But he was ready. He was ready to fight. He was ready to take on the Rebels in the hellish cornfields of Sharpsburg, Maryland. Sergeant Rob Jefferson was waiting in the early morning hours before dawn on the cool September day of 1862. He crouched silently in the lush cornfield with his musket, poised for attack. Right across the meadow, the Confederates were setting up their artillery noisily. Jefferson panted, and when the first pink streak of dawn peaked in


Mighty AphroditeMighty AphroditeMighty Aphrodite
The door flew open, I dropped my backpack on the side of the stairway, and I immediately heard the dainty, petite paws come scuttling through the kitchen and into the living room where I entered. I barley turned around to hang up my coat when Aphrodite jumped up onto the back of my leg.
Hey, Aphrodite. Miss me, pretty lady? How was your visit to the vet this morning? I caroled as the big Blue Point Siamese rubbed her tail and back against my shins. She let out a throaty

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