(2013)
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
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
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
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
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,