| Poems |
| Let me ask you this, Have you ever stripped yourself Clean of all emotions, affiliation, And urges to appease them? So that you are left naked to the world, Barren, An empty shell of you. Well, Until you do this You cannot begin to Fathom me. You cannot begin to fathom me, For I, I am deeper than the Impenatrable black Abyss of Space. Space, that which engulfs that of All Existence. It is an empty Maw of Nothingness. All matter and life swims in this Sea of Nothingness. Yet there is nothing to swim through. Nothing. Nothing, for as far as Existence is and beyond This nothingness surrounds all. Farther than the miniscule human brain Can even have an inkling of knowledge about. Bu I, I am deeper than this abyss of Nothingness. And until you understand and know this You cannot begin to fathom me. For I am deeper Than Nothing at all. So, how far does Nothing reach? |
| Music, there It is, Fleeting, There one minute, gone the next. Like wisps of smoke, Evaporating. |
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| Beauty! I departed that Eve not seeking It Yet discover It I did. You held something I had not yet beheld. For even Aphrodite Took her lessons from you. Since the Genisis Such Beauty has not been. And I reveled in It. You were sent to me, For I was solitaire. Together we traversed The horror's home. Through the flashing Lights of blinding light. Through the mouse's Maze of sheets. Together, We survived the horror's home. We sipped heated cocoa Later that eve. Beauty. In you It shines, Brighter than Life. Beauty! I left that eve not seeking you. Yet discover You I did. |
| In the Sea of Emptiness I am But a plankton. I swim along, Flagella flailing, I move around. Searching for others like me. But my quest comes to naught. For there are none like me; In the Sea of Emptiness I was But a plankton. |
| As I lie awake at night, As I gaze into the fuzzy haze that is my world. The ectoplasmic beings glow red and green from their digital homes. As I listen to the off-beat thump of the whirling fan, And the stead tick, tick, tick of the clock, With the glowing stars and planets that adorn the ceiling, I like awake at nite. This is my chamber. My consciousness leaves it's vessel. And travels the Existence. I visit friends, family, fantasies. I slowly, ever so slowly, visit dimensia. the insomnia of Life. I transcend the heartbeat of the universe. |
| Like all things, knowledge is akin to familiarity in growth. With it, the fog of hate and fear dissipates. |
| Ability does not merit action. |
| I am the local villager. Enjoying the forest as I stroll through her. I glimpse flashes of brilliant hues of reds, blues, and purples. The Lotus Flower shimmers with beauty. I come everyday from then on, never having the audacity to take It from It's natural home. I am not the fiendish corporate pharmacuitical scientist. Scouring the forest for that miracle enzyme he can exploit and become rich. He calls in teh builders. Destroying the forest to construct roads to bring "civilization" to this beautiful place. He takes the Lotus back to his laboratory, experimenting and perverting this wondrous creation. Scouring It's structure for the element of miracles. His attempts to synthesize the miracle, yet fails. He harvests the Creation to extinction. Greed has destroyed a beautiful creature. -not yet finished |
| Apathy is Freedom. |