The hollow scream
of an unending wind
greets the ice in my marrow
The heaviness of my hand
against the chapel's thick glass,
pounding the reflection of
a stranger’s face
Several decades?
or several hours?
I've been drawn
to a light that
now floats out of reach
The callousness,
oh God,
of the warmth that
I can
almost feel
I know
I know
I know ...
The bitterness yet congeals
into pellets of lead
lodged through my soul
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
Act I: One
Giant pines are
dancing carelessly
Soon,
it will flow
all over me
and we'll be united
in indifferent coldness
of snow flurries
of winter gusts
Act II: Letter to Santa
Dear Santa,
Please ask North Pole winds
to take me to arctics
where my thoughts would freeze
and my soul would rest in peace
Coldest regards,
Lotus
Act III: Wolves
Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast
It finds the demons inside me
they are circling around me
their eyes impatient
waiting for their feast
In a moment of weakness
they will attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and ****** mist
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
Before ten thousand steps, I
squint my eyes for the
Temple suspended in clouds
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 8:41 AM UTC
Challenge rules the kingdom of reason
Compassion is the queen of heart
Indifference breaks the circle of suffering
That's about all ... but if you want more
Meaning rests within the arrow of time
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 12:34 AM UTC
Maybe
we are all children
of a forsaken God
Was it him, who forgot us,
or us, who forgot him?
Or, does it matter, after all?
We climb our cross
and offer our spirit
only to find
he has long
left us behind
in your eyes
in your mind
in your heart
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
We SCREAM
when we cannot hear
when we are not heard
Listen
to the ****** of vibrant red
green, yellow
and blue
to see
everything is fine
we are fine
things are
the way they should be
and there is no need
to shout and scream
Listen
and be free
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 5:57 AM UTC
I have reached a secret
that can best be described
as a shiny ball
I can look into it
and see our future
I need five years, give or take,
to immerse myself in
to get to its bottom
and another five years
to come back
So I see you later
Come and see me
in ten years
I will have a lot to tell you
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Thoughts are like shadows, ghosts, or spirits
Or, maybe, they are more like flies?
They come, they go, but often, they hang around
And they leave a stain when you push them too hard
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Oh, my sweetest dream
do not tell me
your worst fears
your darkest nightmares
I never appreciated
the purity
of your tender soul
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC