I think there’s a squirrel
that spends a lot of time in my attic
Predispositions fade
as you slowly,deliberately, drain your glass.
I’ve lost sight of my boundaries
again.How can something be right if thereare no parameters to govern sucha concept?Is existence itself proof of what is right?Or does the existence of error nullifythat argument?There has been no powerrevealed to us—–save those that we created ourselves,that can judgeright or wronggood or badwithin an infinite context.Our perception creates our worldBut where does our perception […]
Sometimes it’s hard to see the beauty
When you’re not here…
CAN ANYBODY SEE ME?
CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?
Hope guides me
Where is my voice?
Where did my questions go?When did my words start to rhyme?
What am I talking about?
The frantic scriblles of a madmanThe regurgitation of a sick manThe productivity of a recluseThe result of insomniaThe transcendental recordings of a wise manThe blood of a masochistThe songs of a loverThe praise of a priestThe death of a childThe lens towards beautyThe veil to realityThe path to destructionThe road to salvationThe ink on this […]
you were a radiating verisimilitude
of light consistenthoweverour seemingly transientsojourns seem to unanimouslyend in darknesswhen everythinggnostic and sensualhas an air of fallacy to itall you can do is search forsome semblance of truthand when that fails:hopeand when that fails:write it downand move on
