Haptikos

Flushing ions bridge together intelligent bonds in flashes of fire Cascading potential surges of polarities through violent corridors. Shifting rhythms of chaotic energies animate biochemical wires Creating songs of fluid functionalities of both form and character.

Garden of Agony

Oh what wondrous profundity That undue consciousness bereft am he The one who knowest ensconcity. 27 May 2019

Seest Thou the Black Dog

As I was exploring the dark recesses of a Soviet era structure I heard a feminine voice whisper in my ear, “Beware, Yehoshu’a, for here is where the shadows crawl and the monsters gnaw.” Her voice inspired caution, but it was also calm. Nothing of her tone I could assume was there to deliberately frighten…

Cling to Light

  While being berated by the swells I was clutching fast to the helm. I had fastened myself to the handles and was battling the shifting angles. Yesterday I was alone on this ship and today I find myself alive in this empty realm. Between ten thousand opposing wave I am utterly and wholly entangled….

Escaping My Succubus

My fatigue can be an insatiable mistress with an appetite of bottomless depths. Her eyes haunt with a comforting luster promising deliverance from despair. The kiss of this exhaustive succubus is not one of an infinite release, but is instead promises a tiny death. She begs me to take her and in turn be taken…

Refutation of Nihilism

  The plight of the nihilists are such; There is no such thing as truth. To express infinite doubt is a must. And morality is nothing more than a ruse.   All who appeal to any form of authority Insist upon their subjects abject servitude Not because of any competence hierarchy, But purely for a sadistic desire to…

Avalanche

  Will lilies grow when the glaciers recede? Why bother to even ponder such a dream? For as of now how the mountains stand The ice walls march on fields of man.   Acre by acre of arable land is consumed By the hungry beasts of frozen doom. Our strength and will is sapped and dry….

Somnia

Persuasive ghosts whisper sweet nothings and bitter nightmares. Illusive promises and insincere intentions are all I ever hear. Unresolved transgressions eke out memories of a bygone affair. Crisp winds hint at familiar wisdom and then curse me with unforgettable fear. 14 April 2019

Merry

What does being merry mean? Is it as simple as feeling intensely happy With a smile that’s three miles wide? No. That definition doesn’t suit my fancy. Sure, extreme delight is quite the sight But I don’t believe feeling overjoyed is necessary. Excitement and elation are good and fun. But they tend to obscure serenity….

Mephistopheles Beckons Me

An excusable nuisance has made refuge by my chamber. The creature pesters, mocks, and taunts me into anger. I do not remember ever sending for its invitation, But one day long lost to shadows it arrived in unfamiliar configuration. It was reduced in size and grandeur, but still held my gross curiosity. Something so peculiar…