High Flyers and Deep Divers

The weight of the dagger drags your hand down, so close to the throat; all you have to do is let go. The answer is not in the asking, it’s in the silence that follows. I have not oppressed myself enough today. I am far too free with words I cast away. Have a care … Continue reading High Flyers and Deep Divers

Easing the Descent

She's sitting on the window sill, sliding down the wall, drunk - or merely giving in to a sick compulsion's call and a withered man says pray and save, but he don't understand at all; easing the descent ain't quite that easy - believe me-   Hands let her down slowly, words aren't all that … Continue reading Easing the Descent

Ocean of Reflection

Derivative, a little piece of everything is what we are. Somehow we live with our eyes turned inside so far.   We don't see past you or me, can't reconcile this separation, together we might become something more; all cowering in what has gone before. Fear of pain and abandonment, we cling to the words, … Continue reading Ocean of Reflection

Temporary Insanity is Temporary

And these things too shall pass. The empty pit inside, loneliness and fear, when darkness finds us without comfort, soon the dawn draws near. When vexed by situations of our own creation, we can rest in meditation ‘till the way forward is clear. All that’s required of us is to persevere. And all suffering shall … Continue reading Temporary Insanity is Temporary

The Noose is Wireless

Their tongues twist ideas into snares laid bare and we hang on every word. With revolution at our door, we huddle in our homes; afraid to press beyond our thresholds, we subscribe to the liar’s eyes. An invisible world, bloated with information that neither turns the tide, nor fills the vacuum, but exposes an endless … Continue reading The Noose is Wireless

The Monolith

I scratched out a design in frozen ground how I envisioned the machine might work. In fleeting moments I considered bound to empirical laws the bright expound while looking down from learned, lofty perch. So simple though it seemed to me to be, then growing greater in pugnacious detail. The icy etching spawned complexity; that … Continue reading The Monolith

The Last Dawn

Conciousness claims another victim, as the dawn's light glints golden off the faces of ancient oppressors. We used to see in black and white until all division was abolished under the ressurrection of what never died. What never was. But will be. We used to feed on fruits of pain and toil. Flesh worked steel, … Continue reading The Last Dawn