(2013)
#Contradiction #Dilemma #Philosophy
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
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,
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
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…
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your