(2013)
#Dream
Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world
There’s no one to blame but myself… I exclaimed But who is yourself that You blame? Hm... maybe I ought to think that…
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
You come before me With the veils Of your trance The wooshing And whirling
Contradictions brood Like vipers in my mind, Waiting restlessly For their food I feed them
How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your
To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,
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
Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she
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