(2013)
Humiliation’s voice is dead, its ashes burn one’s intimation; somberness of minds forbade, elemental act of will’s emasculati… society’s face hewn plain,
Ah… the memories, those which dwel… such complexity, each invokes smil… in this moment lays, my efforts li… the truth be now known, life’s ref… On time’s constant stream, one’s m…
On Great Circle spirits stand deosil seeking sefir… Nisaba, gifted patroness known to hold the purest stylus all lines, the heavens do so measu…
somewhere, beyond my soul’s profundity the middle of all the madness comes apart feelings made worthless,
Awakened to new rising dawn one spirit seeks that song confusions clear of mourning’s tea… life kiss an echoing moan holding morns breaking light
Suddenly then, let he go wandering, mind filled miracle is… Her, fluttering’ amidst these grac… causing curious feelings; within h… no longer could her essence face t…
Known secrets grid young body bare… self’s state pixilated; taught wisely ways of wile, subtle schooling’s antedated; tricked through yearning’s eyes,
Courage shouted out And I, did not hear clearly Humanity dies!
webs above, on which the spider ro… woven threads which my mind’s eye… spaced as perfected natural geomet… to clasp tight to one’s unsuspecti… Yes, it is a great big web;
Life’s woven webs, composed by nat… surround the calms, and feeds one’… elicits from, and in an ideals swa… what was true joy, behooves love s… Form, melts among a lifetime’s sea…
I asked the desert to carry me from this place of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ inferti… suddenly, that whisper of wind took my hand, and walked
Justify my shoutin’ out realize what this is all about an instantly wrote or simple plea… of humanity! For all of your sakes… not Sake, or Pinch, or pure Mague…
silence, it will be fleeting, your time or what is left; memory of your will, will slowly fade; as for bleeding,
Friends, ask first of ‘where’ are… this question begs for an impish a… family, implies blood, of course f… however, simplicity’s rule rules e… future implores, truth’s present’s…
Timid so, time’s ides approach; thought, drains an ever empty mind… morning’s yawn, an hour’s drive; destination’s loss, is vision ques… rising in life’s misting mores;