I am lost Looking to find At any cost My own mind Myself hidden Suffocating opinions Forcibly given Righteous minions Freedom a sin Thought an offense Faith’s veil thin My only defense Still I drown In good intentions Hellward bound Forced descension Hit the brake Stop the fall Lion awake Out… Continue reading Cubiculum
When it comes to our history, we are the descendants of the survivors. Let us honor them by not repeating it.
Beauty fools admire Arrogance does impress Hair burnt by fire Face cracked with stress Better than reality Roles well played Masking insanity Life these days Primarily unnecessary Useless bell and whistle Modesty become heresy Currency the epistle Every one a prostitute Soul sold for grain Vacuous and destitute No devils to blame… Continue reading Hope Breaks Dawn
Twisted and torn Mangled and soiled Tired and worn Courage recoiled This middle age My survivor's guilt Comfortable cage Wild youth built Beginning the end? Finding second wind How to pretend? Joy to live Lessons learned Some with regret Grand bridges burned Many an unpaid debt Puzzle in progress Each piece… Continue reading A Journey Continued
Within our society, which is fascinated by extremes, we must remain mindful to balance ourselves in-between the concrete and the mystical. Equal amounts of each are necessary in order to live a good life. We should see the world and life as they really are, but at the same time, they are magical.