The internet, what is it? Technology? Evolution? It bears a haunting resemblance to nature, yet is clearly contrived. Perhaps we should search for a definition not in an engine but in the stars.
Selfie, new trendy technology. The concept in and of itself is ancient. What does it mean to describe ourselves visually? Has it really changed that much over time? Why do we do it?
Prose about a Saint confessing to an angel. It is unclear as to this angels intention, and to the saints constitution. In a war of dark vs. light, is it possible to live in dawn and dusk.
My dabbling in rap music. I think rap is the most appreciated form of poetry in this age. I have no vocal training, and that is apparent if you listen to the video. The message is complex and deep.
Fear, a necessary vase emotion for survival. Peace, a luxury sought by all for renewal. How can one state, the absence of light, evoke these primal emotions with such power and duality.
This is a very personal poem I have written about Inflammatory Bowel Disease while experiencing acute symptoms. It is a gruesome and painful condition, described here in realistic metaphors.
How do we deal with emotions? By shutting down our senses, retreating? This is sometimes necessary, but always, we must return. For in truth, to choose eternal ignorance, is to choose death.
Simple prose about a dove at dusk. This piece was concocted in tangent with "An Illustrious Dirge".
The nature of mankind is to create and invent. Yet how many of these inventions exist to serve only our own desires? Do we consider the effect our machinations have on the reality we share?
What does it mean to be human, to be subject to time, nature and the soul. What will become of us, of our world? What have we already done.
What more sensual place is there then a library? It is a physical internet you can caress, smell and taste, if you so choose.
What is infinity? Can one thing really be separated from another on a subatomic level? Was there a time when we definitely knew the answers to these questions?
We often question the choices of others. Be it a preference, a body modification or a habit which seems destructive. But to reject someone for these things is truly to reject yourself.
time chaos entropy poem
Since God is omnipresent, and Jesus is God, Jesus is in everything. More importantly everything we use impacts every other thing, because its really all the same thing. Energy, love, power, God.
This is a three part piece, E Nomine Hermes Trismegistus, A Bridge, A Present. It is a description of events that happened to me following a powerful ritual. It is also about finding love & discovery.
This is a three part piece, E Nomine Hermes Trismegistus, A Bridge, A Present. It is a description of events that happened to me following a powerful ritual. It is also about finding love & discovery.
Were are human. But through love, and hate emotion can transform us. We can become mystical creatures capable of enchantment and wonder, or twisted monsters committing atrocities. This is about love
A poem written whilst walking down a path smoking a pipe on an autumn day.
An attempt at writing a parable. What is home? Is it something you find, or something you create. Should we look down the path, behind us, or watch our every step. I expect it takes a little of all.
This is a three part piece, E Nomine Hermes Trismegistus, A Bridge, A Present. It is a description of events that happened to me following a powerful ritual. It is also about finding love & discovery.
Love, powerful, invigorating. But there is a dark side to love, bondage, loss of control, obsession. Do the good out weigh the bad? It doesn't matter, for we will love, and we will hate.
That person that seems to be doing everything right, but despite there appearance, you can smell it. The animosity, or the putrid scent of disbelief. You cannot hide a skunk in a room full of cats.
Death, it is something that is to be feared and avoided at all costs. This does not mean however, that when your time is truly at hand, it cannot be a blissful transformation.
Loss, death, separation. These are things that affect us deeply. Yet, they are necessary for growth and life. These things can be in themselves beautiful and romantic.
Male and Female he created them. A journey into the darker side of humanity, rampant with desire and death. Are we all just Adam and Eve, children in a garden? Or wild animals in a zoo.
Love. There are many ideas about this. Love is best based on a connection or chemistry. Love is best when it has been fostered by time. Love is something you should have for everyone.
What are we if not each other? We can live solitary lives, but are we ever really separate from our fellow man.? Are we separate creatures, or all components of the great organism which is humanity.