How I love thee, mother of so many embraces,And I’ll cherish thee, with all the spilled many graces.And your hair, that which I see, to reveal how much you care,It is strewn about,Showing your negligence upon yourself,But, where are you to care for you? How…
Your spirit resides in turbulence,But, a moth rests itself atop your temple,A grave sits before you, idle and waiting.There’s a place in Heaven, for you,Near the place Christ left, for you. There’s evil that runs so free,Seemingly freer than love, itself.Why do you find yourself…
“An internal or external choice, breeds either the individual or the slave, and nothing else, by the choice being of oneself or from another. We are all Nature’s slave, and no one seems to have fallen in love with the word. We are all our…
“We must divide the difference between the word called ‘right’ and the word called ‘power’, because there is a difference. Having the right, makes the right a temporary privilege, and is something to protect. However, having the power, makes one arrogant in believing that something…
We are unable to wish,For the pain to end itself,Due to how our desires bendWith one another on this frail soil.We are united in death,And divided in love. A pitiful little beauty you once wereTo me and the seas.Waters poured from your eyes,Like frail rivers…
They, who crawled, naked, in grief, Were beside the forests, in failing sleep. Sinister shadows, were their playmates, Begging unto God, for piety’s absence. I slew, their lives, in amass, Emptied their reflections, in glass. For she, who called me abroad, To taste the banquet,…
Q: For those you believe to be in question of the unknowns to life, who are such people? A: They are such people, as both Christians and Scientists, who raise their heads in curiosity to see such unknowns. An unknown, being what is placed upon…
Mother, who had thanked, She had thanked me for a cake, One of pink and red and white, One of violet and blue and green. A cake meant for Mother, A rosy-cheeked, proud mother. A woman of thrill, punished by will, A will to protect,…
What had dominated white?
It was black, that dominated white.
It was the universe, that shrouded the moon.
It was the universe, that shrouded the sun.
Bombarded my guilt, to deadness.
And I grieved, no more.
“She is one woman whose dark hair flourishes like oaken trees in wailing wind, each tress falling as if it were an oak descending at the mark of its death.”
