Karthage
Death is all around us. It is as natural as life. Without death, life has no meaning. There is no purpose to the infinite. Death, is not final. Death is a consciousness. Death is forever. Life is fleeting, but death drapes all eventually. / / It's like a dream. I want to dream.
When I stood behind her
In that mirror in her room,
We made a handsome coupling,
Just to us, or one, or two.
I loved her quiet beauty
And how she held herself.
I loved how she was whole,
And how she walked
With an unsure ease.
I miss her.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Oh wind,
You are a fickle thing,
You bring tidings of a chill
That can be resolution, absolution
Or anything in between.
Oh wind,
You are a gracious host,
Whose cruelty is unmatched
In your gift of mirth and hope.
Your wildest gusts are mild
To the coldest misanthrope.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Providence is coming, and it comes fast.
A black sheet of rage, an edifice of wrath,
As your tolerance reveals it's foulness last,
and your acceptance will becoming your death.
Your subversion of nature, your neglect of the past,
has led you from the righteous path.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
The fasces in my heart calls for those,
who would poison the earth beneath me,
who would sully our blood and the blood ,
that God himself did give
who would call off the hunt,
that my father and fathers before me partook,
who would make that grand wolf a sheep,
who would try and satiate what we know is true,
who would try to commit nature's crime,
who would make things inequal, equal.
To those who have been called, we come for you.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
Oh? But what wandering eye?
You curse me so still?
I have given you my dignity, my chastity, my love and my hate.
Why must you demand?
These shackles you hold around my feet,
They are frigid, fickle... Frugal.
Surely I am not to blame! Surely, surely!
Oh, but wandering eye,
You have outlasted all, you have tainted all in your cruel excitement.
You are my well-lived enemy
Oh, but so fair, oh but so tall, and oh,
How you vitiate my love and loves!
Oh, how you have bound many before you!
What flickering excitement you bring, and what black ruin you warrant.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
We face death as we know,
Written in facets of stone under our feet,
we have built or own demise
, the weight of ourselves holding
us to that blue undertow,
as we sink into our black euthanasia.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
In that synagogue
That was my home,
I buried myself
Like pieces of Rome
Forgotten by many
But mostly myself,
They made me
Put my heart on a shelf
When they strip you of yourself,
And tear you down,
For the sake of "growth"
And the sacred ground
To expand their nation or self-hating
Fools
And continue their selfish dialogue
Of riches and jewels
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC