(2014)
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
There shall be no owning of human… No webs to ensnare, bind, or enmes… The noble spirit in penetrant flig… Of Liberty, Love, and Limitless… But what of sweet AMA, in sorrow…
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
