Are you a coward, or are you just mean? I've seen your heart, you cannot fool me, that calm serene beats the heart of a warrior; his words are not lies, just a game, while he wanders. My third eye spies the thunder in your eyes, and they seek release through the earth or the [...]
Does your heart skip a beat to the rhythm of a splitting sky? Or when bent staples decorate the crowns of still-born kings and queens? Curiosity dances upon our satisfaction like nails on a chalk board as our imagination holds precious time hostage. The hands of a clock are bound with the razor wire of [...]
There is a shiny part of my soul that seeks to be in union with the forest, and when I am in the forest, I open my eyes and realize that I am the trees and the breeze and the ease with which the earth rotates. I am apart of the soul that is whole, [...]
Whilst civilization claws the edge of its pit, In a wild scramble to save its deranged plunder, It sinks slowly into the quagmire of its own treachery, Mutating to ever more grotesque spectres of depravity. The few horrified children, Born of old hearts, Hide in the shadows from the Babylonian wastes, And quake at the [...]
Apathy silences a singing heart with a swollen throat..with razor blade wings collapses a sky of hope. The rolling gears carry a tune that dances upon decorated graves as the machine lives to sing another day. ---- Written December 17, 2012
I will paint the wind with my tears, I will make of them strands of silver, Threads of knowing, Shining bands lapping up the moonlight. I will beg the sea with my cries, I will cast the shore asunder, Broken horizons, Waves of longing tugging at the starlight. I will watch the glaciers whisper, I [...]
18 Februari dari balik likat menyamar pula rembulan kematian bukanlah limbah seperti taburan belantik tikam rongga pekuburan aku jalani hidup di bumi kebiadaban raga terobati merakit gasing berkarat tercekik serasa bernafas di sudut ini; aku kesepian perang menarikku pulang --------------------- February 18th, behind the murky nebulous moon death is not the cesspool like the sparkling [...]
