(2014)
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
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…
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
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,
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your