conetiquette | November 30, 2009
Indians grab their rifles, their bows and arrows. Tomahawks in hand, they are off to war.
Painting their faces with the blood of their enemies, chanting and summoning spirits
of protection.
The children hug their brothers and fathers, clinging to them for dear life.
conetiquette | November 16, 2009
I toil all day, building building building.
Hard work quenches my tired body
Yet my mind remains open to the sky
Receptive of the Words from the heavens
conetiquette | November 5, 2009
They cannot vote, and for good reason too. Their cold as ice hearts and gnat minded wits cloud their judgement.
Busying themselves with the fineries far too extravagant for their own good, they fuel a deadly arms race.
They are blind, you see, and don’t stop to enjoy the simple things in life, although they’d like you [...]
conetiquette | November 4, 2009
Such contempt do the hearts of men hold for me. But I, such a man, Nay! A God, whom the populace despises, am, in fact, a hero among men; The first of citizens.
I, myself, have saved this empire, upon which we shall all flourish. Unfortunately, they do not know what they seek, and know even [...]
conetiquette | November 2, 2009
Our lips first meet as you lay me down.
Carefully you brush my neck with a tender touch.
My tongue intwines with yours as life rushes all throughout my body.
Your curious hands make their way down to my chest.
It is more than I can take.
© 2009-2010 Vorochta 5 All Rights Reserved
