Empty.
Holding nothing.
You see the vessel but not the contents,
assuming that within,
holds something.

There is no thing.

I am void.
Replete of content.
I write, I sing and dance,
but nothing here exists.

When I am gone you will pull the lid,
and see the contents.
If you bother.

I doubt you will.
I wouldn't...
... look at nothing with interest.

I dreamed a dream so perfect
of white and pureness found
Of swimming pools of happiness
and creativeness unbound

Where I was king forevermore
and you could not invade
With all my joy in full display
and all true feelings laid.

You entered not
for it was you who feared
Me! You feared me
and dare not ever neared.

So beautiful.  Magnificent.
Yet slumber comes to end
and soon I found myself returned
into your lap again.

Until I can once more escape
in sleep where truth is gone
to places you shall never know
nor ever gaze upon

I knew a man of wisdom, faith and knowledge.
A man of destiny.
I knew him well enough to know,
this man was far from free.

For wisdom comes from pain,
and faith from the unseen.
And knowledge from the hard pursuit,
of learning what has been.

I knew this man, and he knew me.
We frowned upon each other.
When death came calling suddenly,
we counted neither brother.

He passed from here to else beyond,
to where I have no knowledge.
Yet, if you ask the text,
they stuffed in him at college

He withered into blackness
and became a captive of the fact
that nothingness awaits us all
in darkened final act.

Such knowledge… oh wasted man…
from such knowledge I abstain.

When magnificent light shines upon
the darkened soul
When illuminated
we now know
A truth

When destiny meets reality
and showers vision upon its foe
and realization hits
of what we should not know
A painful truth

May you never see what I have seen
what could have
but has not been
Contrast’s razor sharp sword
of truth

If you live blind upon the now
and then gaze upon the missed
may God Himself relieve you
of the never ending agony
of the truth
I wish you no pure truth