I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words… Continue reading Words of a Melting Candle
A certain numbness, a certain death, has always resided within my soul, and sometimes I can feel its heart beating… feel the numbness, hear death beat with a life of its own- a certain morose, yet regenerative kind of life- lying so close beside the fresh, vivacious, carefree part of me, that to smother one,… Continue reading INDIFFERENCE
Dear reader, Shelley once wrote, “I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed.” For years, I felt this way too and ended up wallowing in my sorrow. Questions of ‘Why me?’ haunted the dark corners of my mind and kept me from vacating this state for good. It was only in time that the… Continue reading O GARDENER!
1 What ambrosial sword is it that knives at my sacred yearning? What maleficent scorn and acrimony, what wrath at my worship of an earthly deity? Are my desires too succulent for its ravenous thirst? Aren't my promises of devotion a meet price? Why stands it unsatiated with my ardent suppliance, even at the altar… Continue reading Retribution
Past Standing on the concrete ruins of me, all stability giving way beneath my feet; I see a shadow of someone I used to know, I see a shadow before the setting halo - Does it see me, or look the other way? Are there things left unsaid that it wants to say? I'm pulled… Continue reading CONCRETE RUINS