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.
Category: Philosophy
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…
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…
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….
Envy In Syracuse
Within the unwelcoming tremors between clashing colossi Resonates the tone of the Peacewalkers; Ones who nimbly tread upon the threads of time Balancing with their tongues like an augur. The faintest reverberations create tsunamis of intimation. Shadows grow more stark and vivid in the falling moonlight. A beacon of judgement rises to make it’s formulation….
Cold Cathedral
Where Hell hath risen Doth emerge a prison Of both ice and fire, Free from desire. Numbing flames They scorch and tame. Now we’re rendered fearless In the face of pain and loss. We hold nothing dear And see nothing to preserve. Now when idols collapse we cheer. What shall befall us next we deserve….
Rot and Ash
We are embroiled with the sins of our elders; Left to inherit a world half-scorched, half rotten. It has come time to assign responsibility to our ancestors. That is if we are to take our own seriously; lest we too be forgotten. By virtue of the unknown we shall make our own mistakes. There’s…
Daydream
Upon the winds is carried A dream so light and airy For once it’s sung Bells shall be rung And the rejoicing fun and merry
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