Activities of Brian Freeman

Lost in a card game
that others would pass
I feel the time slowing
while covering fast
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Sight covets the trust of a heart that's yearning, while faith leads one to desirous paths, and will lures choice with a glare that craves. The night glows through a window in the sky. He stares through the clear glass wrapped in steel, bisected by the metal beams vertical heights, squaring the tall glass like vertiginous lanes. White light beams through a coiling tube underneath the next ring that illumines the tower. The gleams twine from the layering of the tiers. Lust roams through the ploys ruling his thoughts, shading his virtues like the grounds beneath him.

He grins with superiority in his eyes, staring below toward the object of intention; a world of inhibitions that he longs to possess, trading reserve for the infinite that he's conjured. Yet while he summons what is absolute in deceit, venality erupts like nefarious flame. Fire dies in the murk ruling his conscience, and morals freeze in the coldness of the gloom.
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Beauty.
Love.
Ultimate.
Ecstasy.
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So be it, God, I take what Thou dost give,
And gladly give what Thou dost take away.
For me Thy choice is barren days and grey.
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Thwarted ocean now behind her

Salted wind and low voiced murmur
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Sight covets the trust of a heart that's yearning, while faith leads one to desirous paths, and will lures choice with a glare that craves. The night glows through a window in the sky. He stares through the clear glass wrapped in steel, bisected by the metal beams vertical heights, squaring the tall glass like vertiginous lanes. White light beams through a coiling tube underneath the next ring that illumines the tower. The gleams twine from the layering of the tiers. Lust roams through the ploys ruling his thoughts, shading his virtues like the grounds beneath him.

He grins with superiority in his eyes, staring below toward the object of intention; a world of inhibitions that he longs to possess, trading reserve for the infinite that he's conjured. Yet while he summons what is absolute in deceit, venality erupts like nefarious flame. Fire dies in the murk ruling his conscience, and morals freeze in the coldness of the gloom.
...

Sight covets the trust of a heart that's yearning, while faith leads one to desirous paths, and will lures choice with a glare that craves. The night glows through a window in the sky. He stares through the clear glass wrapped in steel, bisected by the metal beams vertical heights, squaring the tall glass like vertiginous lanes. White light beams through a coiling tube underneath the next ring that illumines the tower. The gleams twine from the layering in the tiers, while lust roams through the ploys ruling his thoughts, shading his virtues like the grounds beneath him.

He grins with superiority in his eyes, staring below toward the object of intention; a world of inhibitions that he longs to possess, trading reserve for the infinite that he's conjured. Yet while he summons what is absolute in deceit, venality erupts like nefarious flame. Fire dies in the murk ruling his conscience, and morals freeze in the coldness of the gloom.
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