Welcome to Horror Rush. Feel free to comment on any of the art you see. This is a place for the homeless, Maybe the lost and wandering. The Stories art and poetry are a reflection of the world we live in and how it deals with us, sometimes good and often not. If you care to send me something inspirational or otherwise I'd be happy to post it here. Give your self a chance to ponder the wont of a dream, a bidden future and the chance of a distant sun, this is Horror Rush and as the title implies there are those things that we have little control over, Maybe this blog will help with the expedition into the unknown.

Will

Sunday, 22 April 2012

Ron Koppelberger
A Warm Wind
Dissipating rains of melancholy sung by the spirit of
Careful bond, by symphonies of sainted assurance
And mists in sweet whispers of
Eden, a remitted desire in blossoming dandelions
And pregnant faith, the attested changelessness
Of sunshine imbued in the proof of god’s essence and
Embracing beauty, resolved by the touch of warm
                                                Wind and quiet moments in reflection.
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