Woe is me, Cursed am I, Doomed to live Beneath a starless sky. The ancient ones Are gagged and bound, By grinding gears Of electronic sound. Innocence Lost her purity, She's been raped by Modernity. Simple, free Was a child's cry; Now effortless breath As men, they die. To the lowest …
Category: Poetry
Slipping Softly Away
In the gathering storm of earthly mortality, I am drip, dripping away. In the scorching heat of senseless brutality I am melting sadly away. The salty tears of my fleshly eyes Swell the burden of my soul; With every step humanity dies From wounds of its own insanity. All the towers of excess material gain; …
A Tree For My Soul
Blind in the tumult of my soul The passions, like a crowd, constrict my gaze; I have no stature, no height By which to obtain a lofty view. Christ is coming, the whisper comes, The multitude is pressing, I cannot see, Seek, O my soul, the tree Whereby you may behold the heavenly horizon. Fear …
Little Sparrow
Little sparrow in the tree, What have you to do with me? I am chained to the ground; You take flight without a sound. To heaven you look for your bread, While earthly worries fill my head. People build buildings to the sky, Advance technology; make machines that fly. Yet, for all our complex …
A Winter Day
Come and walk with me In the still of a winter day, The grass all solemn brown; Sleeping trees a soft grey.
A Little Child
In the stillness of the night A little child, shining bright, Came to me with words of gold, Glistening mysteries untold, Hands stretched out in prophetic song, The rhythm sweet, the silence long. While his lips, slender and fair, Lit a fire in the black air, He reached forth to touch my eyes, Yet quick as when …
My Friend
Hello, My friend, How close you have been of late. I know You are An inseparable companion From the womb. I admit, I've ignored you In the busy bustle Of living. My path However Diverse its way has But one earthy end. Constant, Softly, I hear Your following footsteps Everywhere I tread. …
A Theater Stage
The arcane masters of this fading age Have built for mankind a theater stage, Whereon, fools their lines fervently read, Sublimely praising destruction's seed.
The Song of a Child
Necessity is a savage beast, With razor claws and bloodied teeth. Luxury is an opulent whore, With ruby lips and a revolving door. Poverty is a broken man, With tattered clothes and a pleading hand. Contentment is a pure child, With innocent eyes that the world reviled.
The Inkless Pen 