A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Doubtful Little Fish


Mama?
May I peek beyond the line of the waters?
Papa?
Might I see the source of the light in the seas?
For what purpose is land if its borders are foreign?
For what purpose is light if its maker is sheet?
For what purpose is life if it starts in a reef? 
Does death wait on the shoreline?
Or does a fellow who greets?

A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part III: The Snake of Enlightenment


Let him think!
Let him, have seen!
Beauty should not be an opposable thing!
Wisdom is greatness! 
Go hide from the group!
My love is not laughter,
My love is for truth!
Don't bid farewell to everything!
Don't look at the scene in reverse!
And let wisdom be shown,
But not only for words!

A Billion Stories
Book III: Conclusions
Part I: Unified Field Theory


Created by love,
Created by magic,
Created by mercy
The venom is tragic.
Pull the threads,
Roll the yarn;
Sew the man to understand.
Let him love,
Let him wilt,
Let him speak and
Let him think.
Do not tell, 
Keep me hidden,
Let him find out for himself.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part IV: Conspiracy


Deliberately killing,
Their aim on the head.
Deliberately fighting,
The truth in the bed.
Deliberately hiding,
All those who are dead.
Deliberately trying;
My head is not led.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part III: Telescopic


My mind is searching,
As it seems.

Star-speckled blackness
I can't see.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part II: Incomplete Civilizations


A sheep must do better than hiding.
The maker is under the weeds.
The seeker does nothing but doubting.
The finder does nothing but read.

A Billion Stories
Book II: The Human
Part I: A Billion Minds




A billion years of contradiction,
A billion stars hide in the sky.
A billion miles,
Billion questions,
A billion minds in wrong directions.

A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part III: Spirit Sightings



The knife in my hand,
The dreading souls seek;
Vengeance, really is all they plead,
For what I see is heaven's peak;
A knife can't harm a forest.

A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part II: Make-Believe



I believe in what I see,
No need for blinding fantasies,
My consciousness is clear as ice,
And what I know will not desert me.

What I find, when I go east,
What I hear amidst the years,
When I know I'm at my peaks;
My eyes have faded,
And my mind is not so clear.

A Billion Stories
Book I: The Wreckage
Part I: Demolition



Look at the wave,
I cannot breathe,
A maple in the forest.
A timer ticks infinitely,
A globe that couldn't save its face.
I gaze across the evergreens,
Each had its own life story.
They fell along the battlefront
And lost their lives and glory.
Each stump was bloodied 
And was thrown,
Into a broken honor.
To watch the maple's swaying leaves,
To ponder of its journey.