What you take from me will not sustain you; what I have left, though, will suffice for the rest of my life in this universe. This was a battle, a test where you lose – overcome by greed and self-impo [Read More…]
Gold
I have everything I need, except money; in a way, I live in an entirely different universe.
A few months ago, I let go of worry because I figured all it would do is make life scary.
Ironi [Read More…]
A Daint
Artists, much like with everything else they do, have an interesting relationship with their sexuality.
While sex is a very personal thing, it is more often just one preference, maybe with some hidd [Read More…]
Martin
I would have expressed something to someone – but my mind had been splintered with ball bearings and nails. Numbness then overcame me; I now keep fishing for that feeling I had twelve years ago – I wa [Read More…]
The Beekeeper
The utility of medicine is to the human engine as oil is to a lamp. It is not that without it nothing would run; though, it would rust, grind, crack, break and eventually die – reduced to dust, by fi [Read More…]
Sexed Out Wondering
I wonder if I would still want to be loved, if I stopped wanting to fuck. I wonder if I would want to be touched, if I had been loved. Whether sacred and profane would have meant something entirely [Read More…]
The Perfect Angel
Beautiful can be haunting; within perfection lurks an eerie unnaturalness. It feels like velvet on your tongue – it feels like fire inside your eyes, as if you are looking into the sun. Yes, pure be [Read More…]
Vitruvius’ Vitruviem
You have to see Vitruvian poetry in nature; how can you not? The chorus of leaves, their colors, blends into a mélange so flawless – only naturally. The joy received from shying leaves of bashful wee [Read More…]
Gloria
Courage and cowardice, side by side.
A fine line divides full faith and a lie.
Betrayal of brothers, Iscariot’s tale;
Life’s that horizon amid heaven and hell.
What good is possible m [Read More…]
Christmas Mourning
Today will be a sad day. An ominous morning-after begins with raindrops against a rising sun; divine mother sobs at the snatching of life – in it she finds no meaning. Barren tree-branches darken a [Read More…]
