A fire dances in spite of somber darkness A fetus thrives in the cramped accommodations of the womb The terminally ill continue to respire The madman's heart beats though a tempest is between his ears Will a foreteller hush even if he knows the future?
To speak about and bring to light some things about myself, I can tell you that, in some small ways, one in particular, I can relate to the great Edgar Allan Poe. (My intellect will not ever match his, not even by half, so, please, don't think me arrogant in the slightest.) He and I... Continue Reading →
There is a pendulum, With an iron ball, That seeks to harm And destroy us all. Its thunderous thrash, Its mammoth power, Thrives on chaos In its blackened tower. The iron, it must, Turn virtue to dust Before we can contain it. Although one may want To use all one may wrought, We simply cannot... Continue Reading →
In the greenness of my shape, behold, He embraced my form and began to mold, Firmly kneeding, hands controlled,... Excessiveness he did withold. And then there came a bend, a crease. No matter because, in time, it ceased. What's this? Now a cut that could not be fleeced, If he was to make me a... Continue Reading →