We have tasted all flesh. We have captured all virgins. We have fallen as far as Lucifer. We are now enemy, adversary, satan. But yet he calls us, The flower of love. The hope of promise.
Dear Country Mouse, What is the life of the city if not the gloom? The fogged-in atmosphere where no one is remembered. I have walked this path many times. And I have come across you, but none is remembered. Where is the blood of the city if not the gloom? Our overseers promise …
I have looked at you before, Many times before. I have looked at you when no one else would know. I have looked at you when I was careful not to show. And I look at you, When you go. I am always thinking of ways to know you.
An open mind can change the future, And intelligent mind can destroy it.
Someone asked me your name, I forgot my answer. But you forgot my name, And we were together. (
Goodbye, I take the path on the other side. Goodbye, Your aching heart will soon subside. Goodbye, On I go to paint my face among the bold. Goodbye, For I must know what my story holds. (My short poem about the turning fortunes of this world.)
I have got something to do, I am an ant you see. I have got someplace to go, If you listen you'll know.
The violin strings on my heart, Lifting, stripping, and breaking apart. I feel it with my breathing in. I feel it with my breathing out. The echoing melody is a sorrow. Its distant wail turns sun to snow. And I have known it. I have heard it before not long ago, When I searched my …
Because of us, it slit itself open, and set itself on fire. A messenger, And a message of peace.
There is a silent room somewhere, But I take it with me everywhere. Where I stretch my mind in its expanse. And let the clogs struggle to understand. What life to lead. What life truly is. Until I am wise, until I am calm.