(2014)
#Aching
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…
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
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
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
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
