(2014)
#Aching
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
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
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…
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…