(2013)
#Wordplay
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…
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
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
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me