The Soul

My left hand bares
A black fingernail
Under which pink life springs
Fresh and pale...

Wise words, seasoned by Time, are worth
A thousand futile distractions.
This quick fix...

My ragged prayers
are rented from the ruins
of Time. O I pray
for a little light to...

The Cross shall sustain
its burden. It will not splinter
and it will not crack
On...

Although the neophytes would like to deny
It, the present and the future should not be
...

When philosopher kings transcribe their dreams.
They often wax lyrical in unknown tongues.
...

More angel than ape,
poets transcend the drabness,
of these mortal realms.

O Lord hear my prayers! Grant me the grace
Of a spring-like song; far from the dark strains
...

You couldn’t hold me
it was Saturday night
but you held your chilled wine glass
as I...

The Prince and the Paulper, within a wish, I'm just a talker, wishing to switch, from a peasant, into a...

Poetry should be
pure and clear like the ringing
of fine, bronzen bells
in ancient,...

Sacred memories
and notions, are greater than,
machine consciousness.

There was a baby, already betrothed to the throne, the Lord granted 3 gifts, 1. Was the gift of beauty, he...

after 2 AM the tinnitus of a withering day has abated.
the shrill un-boundaries of our servitude...