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My thoughts are my weapons,
my pen is my sword

My will is my whetstone,
my knighthood,
—my Lord

(Opening Poem to Novel 'Darkening Sun:' December, 2014)
There are few things so certain as uncertainty,
Or so perilous as truth.

Darlings of philosophy have fallen
Effortlessly into darkness,
Failing to find an argument
In favor of the absolute,
Not knowing that their fault lay in
Even seeking it in the first place.

If only more were to quit
Searching for answers,

They might find that it is
Only the question which is worthwhile.

Life does not exist to be known,
It exists to be created,
Made through the living of it,
Infinite, if only we have the courage
To will more than to wonder.
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Isabelle
Why am I here?
I've thought about death more than people who are dead now
I've imagined driving my car into a tree
I've imagined sinking beneath the water
But not fighting to catch a breath
So why am I here?

I've thought about living and happiness
But joy is a foreign concept to me

My anxious mind searches for reasons in everything
But ceases to find a purpose for my own existence
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
LS Martin
And I love how you spoke my name
Like an unanswered prayer
That never came
Why did you have to come
When my heart's not done healing
From that last love
Where my heart was left reeling

I was just getting up from that fall
But here you come, teasing
With that beautiful smile
And eyes that seem to know my soul

I'm still scared
Heart clutched to my chest
I don't know if I could take that chance
To fall in love...yet again

So I'm just waiting
For you to take that first step
When you would hold your hand out
And ask me for mine

I am waiting
For when the timing is right
When I could give my heart
Unbruised and untattered

I'm still waiting
To fall in love...yet again
We are the strangers we were meant to be.
We are lost, we are cold, but never free.
How do we escape this dark unfriendly town,
streets they are so empty, streets they are so brown.
As we make our way through life,
we try to bury all the strife.
We turn around the bend, losing every good old friend
now we know we can't pretend that this moment is now the end.
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