(2013)
#Contradiction #Dilemma #Philosophy
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
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,
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
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
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your