Holy mother Isis can you hear meMother Isis thou Art holyCan you hear meI cry out to you dear motherCan you hear mea snap, a twitch, a sound, give me somethingLet me know, that you are thereAnything, dear mother, please anythingAnything will do, just show meplease Isis, my lady QueenLet me know that you are…
Men more than women kill themselves better: when they want to dieYet through the mental fetter, few there truly be, who wants the suicideEveryone has the liberty to lay-down, crawl, sit, walk, stand, or runYet no true freedom to explore wherefrom: comes the alleged: Moon, Stars, and SunEven a statue to drive Liberty home –…
Shadows cast will play at the light of a smile Whilst thoughts shall run to and fro And creep therein a burden the trial The heart to question what the mind doth know Most would bend and sulk or frown Whilst eyesight fallen towards the ground Doth stop the seeing of the passing sun A…
“When the last colored petal from the rose doth fall and the rose gives its last Aethereal-Breath of Life. The rose remains a rose. When the wind carries the sigh of grief from the exhalation of a tiring day the morning will still come again. When the pride goeth before the fall and all seems…
A Reason To Fly Upon of Which I might convince Myself that i can write Would surely be the day of whence The Blue had left the sky So for now I’ll just pretend While I linger on these words And if you wish, while you read along Imagine…that you’re a bird. A bird that…
Even…For You To the lonely and busy mind Wherein regret doth creep therein Fret no more neath the shroud of thine envy For a time shall come wherein grief subsides And will no longer bear the wounded pride Of a self once chained to the woes of rejection To the lonely and busy mind Wherein…
The Journey Upon this Mountain’s edge serene Overlooking the view of a span of life Fear not the fall sit close to the edge For the view is not what It seems The pains, and the glory, and the undreampt strife The regrets, the mask, the sincere pledge As the wind carries passing dreams…
Endless Glow There she stood… arms outstretched Oh how her mind runs with impatience Beckoning to that coming embrace As an anxious stillness causes her to stare And into her arms fast a warmth unspoken Should she run… or should she just wait No voice could speak what love doth sing Whilst silence holds her…