(2013)
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
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
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
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…
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
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them