A poet in his senses knocks vainly at the gates of poetry.

I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can’t escape this feeling,That something ain’t right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can’t escape this feelingThat something ain’t right.

The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?

Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old,...

His crucifixion is the key; His resurrection is the door… it is only by his death that we have the mandate to enter into the gates of eternal life. His doors are open always. Christ...

Death is a part of Life, they are dancing together the dance of infinity in front of the gates of Time. We can live our dreams as we are dreaming our future. Time is the...

‎”Sarge, mr. Nurd here is threatening to turn me to jelly.””really?” said Sarge. “what flavor?

I don’t really have anything against Will Young or Gareth Gates.