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The Village Wordsith
@wordsith.bsky.social
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Songwriter @premunition.bsky.social Flaming Tears
is the sound of the tears dripping from my soul.
The Moon Beam lights my face, and I cry
Teardrops for the children lost to the evil of man.
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wordsith.bsky.social
Thank you for hangin in there with the rest of us.
I love your words❤️‍🔥
March 28, 2025 at 9:24 PM
wordsith.bsky.social
How many children with magic in their fingertips
Have been taken away from us today?
How many children with magic in their finger tips Have been taken away from us today I’m not running anymore you should know that if you come around my door I like to think I’m not fading fast every breath I take could be the last Don’t know why the world is turned around I thought I would be gone before they burn it all down How did I get so far from home This crazy space is stranger every day I go Yes I know you wanted more You wanted to fly away , even the score to be someone that mattered more than this But you should be thankful you are who you are. Lost in the sands of time the great grind Worlds unwind it’s a uphill climb Just don’t cry
March 15, 2025 at 4:04 AM
wordsith.bsky.social
These 2 Guys standing behind him
seem really pleased with themselves,
look what we got him to sign!!!
February 25, 2025 at 3:18 AM
wordsith.bsky.social
TYSM Debbie! Have a lovely evening!
February 23, 2025 at 8:26 PM
wordsith.bsky.social
January 10, 2025 at 1:10 PM
wordsith.bsky.social
New movie coming out soon!
True Story! Very sad!
A beautiful horse.
December 28, 2024 at 10:24 PM
wordsith.bsky.social
So many tools now at your command
Insta anything
Twit the world with one hand
I can see my house
From the edge of space
Just one step back
I got the whole human race
In one picture!
December 28, 2024 at 3:53 AM
wordsith.bsky.social
They enhanced the picture!
I think they will get him now!
Was it Mr. Bean! The security cam thinks so!
December 8, 2024 at 5:47 AM
wordsith.bsky.social
Rain Drops
Every note I play
is a drop of my blood
A stain in time where I once stood.
So many notes left, yet to be
How many drops can be left in me.
Every note I play is a drop of my blood A stain in time where I once stood. So many notes left, yet to be How many drops can be left in me.
December 6, 2024 at 2:57 AM
wordsith.bsky.social
Now the whole band has left the dead bird behind, even the recording studio. I am the last straggler. The bird is dead!
Seems like all my words come right out of the darkness, yet I keep searching for the light. I feel the warm wind on my face, I hear the earth in flight. I could reach out and touch the moon, While the sun is chasing me around. In the quite darkness I find my home and I'm still searching for that sound. - my words on the face of a glowing wolf.
December 6, 2024 at 2:52 AM