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A Demon’s Confession   A wicked creature such as IHas been around from the dawn of timeFor what I’ve seen from the human raceIs that they are not the ones to change their ways Of course, they built nations where once deserts layAnd till new land in less than a dayChanging nature from primiti...

Death – A Poetic Representation of the Meaning of Our Most Valuable Possession   I have a picture in my memory, You were a tangible figure sitting cross-legged near the window of my mother’s birth home. Now, what was once blinding pipe smoke is a clear view of the place where you used to ro...

THE ABYSS   Since the dawn of civilization, humanity has pondered what lies beyond the blue veil. The dark expanse of existence, given life by an occasional flicker of a distant star.   The infinite abyss is ever changing, chaotic... and we are afraid of being alone. Reminiscent of a ch...

Perspective – A Poetic Representation of How We View Our Most Valuable Possession   Greetings and salutations, weary friend! I have a tale your mind to mend. Mine is an eye, it sees near and high, Many odd locals and passers-by. All types of people, by actions tall, And bigger actors than ...

Light and Shadow   Walking alone, no one around Blinding, perpetual light. ’Till a shadowy figure came ‘round, Allowed the sense of sight. Took off the blindfold, Seeing as for the first time Things unseen. The mind roamed. They danced merrily, quite sublime.   Light chose the color...

THE  DARKNESS  LURKING  IN  THE  CENTURIES  TO  COME   And here I be, on top of the world. An old world it is, in ruins and sobbing. Many have traipsed over it, seldom leaving any marks Yet a few of them have been quite adamant To leave a trace of their own.   By leaving their sordi...

Sight. The opening of infinity The first clapping of eyes, the world on one side, on the other, me A beginning of a journey far from predestined zenith Gifted by divinity, enabled by my carrier Once one with each other but now individuals, blank With promise great but never more clueless or wit...

Religion     You are my religion. In every night and day, I free you from your prohibition Or in laughter make you pay.   Am I your religion? I sometimes do not know; And to utter that old premonition, “You reap just what you sow.”   You say I am the best of all But all you hav...

THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT     There is something oddly unsettling About a bird's croak deep in the forest, About a solitary car passing on the road, About the dim lights from a nearby village, About the bright moonlight pouring from above When you are in the southeastern mou...

DEEP  SOUTH   Out there our heart lies, Our detested heart of darkness, The one we cannot extract Nor remove without reproach.   Up there among the cold-blooded hills Withstands our will to forge ahead. The snows which contain our history Retain the essence of our existence....