Mid-Year Review! Open up for presents (spoilers, the presents are music)

Behold the gallery of love's souvenirs
Behold the proof it wasn't just a dream
My mind is a museum of things held dear
My bones, a mausoleum for my grief

Whispers mirrored resonate

Comforting reverie

Mellifluous call

Under my skin, lies a hidden secret to my heartbeat. You’re my bitter sweet song, my nocturnal grief.

I long to be free at last.

Searching inside me to find: Phantoma!

No more holding to the past.

The future in front of my eyes as Phantoma!

It’s Saxon, Bruce Dickinson, and Judas Priest in a 2024 NWOBHM battle of the bands!

I longed to be a disciple of the cockroach. I was hopelessly choking on the roach of fallacy.

Come with me, love into the forest where the road most traveled is far behind us.

I made mountains, I shook the earth below …flood from the fountain, I carved my name in stone . And I stood on the mountain with nothing in the way …feet firm on the mountain with no voice to speak …and nothing left to say