Enlightenment Part I: The Question
(Albert Stanica/The Baron)
On top of the green, infinite mountains
stands a man no older than eternity,
talking to nature as the soft whispers
of the...
Grow Up Already
Grow up already,a simple phrase that we get lost in.we are told all too oftenthat’s childish, that’s foolishbut that idea is really quite twisted.
We are holding on,on to our vanishing youth something we...
Schizophrenic
Anger Is such a pointless emotion Yet it consumes me Anger at voices nattering away, of silent words and silent urges. Tyrants in their kingdom Fighting off the plague I am alone, And surrounded, by war....
The Sound of Rain
Searching for meaning in an empty coffee cup he sat around
the busy café contemplating life.
The rain pouring out her dreams and hopes on the clear
window as if to shout out “It is me...
Dear Heart
Dear Heart,I’m sorry for wearing you on my sleeve,and giving you away, as if you werebut a stone that held me down.You are a compass,a compass with a lost sense of direction.A compass which only points meto...
Dear Lungs
Dear Lungs,I’m sorry for being caught upin the endless search for numbness.I have forgotten that it was you, above all,that let the holy breath enter my soul.
I hope you remember the times,where balloons...
Plywood and Duct Tape: Part II
It hit me full blast In an instant, Crack I fell It poured over me, Rushing and coursing. The hallucinations started to laugh as they took a fuller form, “Really?” One mocked. “You didn’t know what...