(2013)
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
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…
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them