(2013)
The bard, the muse, the low versif… each the times bemoan; stressed by compassion’s grasp, ingrained word sown life disowns; individualist rare, previews minds…
sight unravels this an afterthought of nature in an opened book
“the body of solid blue, My Prayer; that I, might clean away the rust, in the crevasses, in the hinges, o… Come, with God and Gold and Pear…
un-American oligarchy; a peculiar felicity recognized as disgusting and an articulation constantly charged with interesting gaps, between unequal situations, advocated as that neo-em...
Decrement, or reduction of things, like values say, the lack of taste for wanton and destructive wars or conflict’s victory at any cost, when subject to morale’s revenues
Sol, that Pathway into our System travelling millions and millions a… so many millions of miles too warm our faces in these Spring’ of… elated freedom’ in the warmth’ fro…
words on a page wane and aimlessly whisper this rekindle glory
Truths, are put to pause, while ey… mind’s eye so bright, filled of li… blind in mind, self-deep confines,… calm cedes strife, life’s woes bud… Amid the falling lift of light, fa…
Some petty people wear masks of beautiful skin then, the truth reveals
read a few more books, and you too, can find higher words of wisdom and humanity... although it appears this consciousness dwells only in a book... sorry state of affairs for the mocker...
Go on, go on and fall to your knee… do not pretend, that you are afrai… Pleasuring me… Yes, do go and get your mandrake a… that black kettles fire…
Life’s pendulums once strongly swu… released each soul to fate to its chagrin time’s Ides did sen… chills subdue as memory relates intense, the anguish of such retur…
And here is the thought to do all one can do in mind and thinking alone… required long walks and secret tal…
Pathways, made with swollen stones… upon lays light so lost; narrow, dark, and dreary, thorned roses, edge walk’s walls; bleak, are lonely roads so trode,
Reflect, upon the mood of men, in whose hearts lie fallow; their lives, lived in shadow’s dim… souls in murky shallows; standing proud, upon the life,