I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
The essence of night is her infinite darkness, that cannot be measured by space or in time. She’s as large or as small
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
