(2013)
#Contradiction #Dilemma #Philosophy
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
The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it
She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind
The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
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
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
As I rise From the depth of dream, A pair of eyes Meet mine Instantly
Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,
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…
A true rebel Does not take The opposing course Of action He questions the
Greatness appears in a Hushed intimation, But swiftly again it departs Great devastation frustrates My elation, and drops me