(2013)
#Contradiction #Dilemma #Philosophy
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
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…
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me
I was once a pauper A vagrant rich with pride Of earthly goods I had my fill And paid with greedy eyes
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
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she