The Reapers Gone.
The reapers gone for his tea nothing left to get in his way, his blade cools his cloak black it is upon the hanger, the table is set. Fires burn…
Immortal Time Upon The Canvas Of Earth
Property grilled cancer of our mortal time upon the canvas of earth, commodities no longer. Mankind living in any harmony with fences and hedges high this corner is mine not…
All Is…
All is external-ism am I I here or really there, all roads move inward all minds to the central. I am part of everything and all in us, is all…
Journey To The Sea
Journey to the sea restless inland upland hills and mountainside, the people now spillover the crowded land, all churches are forts, as ports, are locked down planes, are empty millions…
Other Life
Other life a complementary universe, within of a time of loneliness, inside go into your centre, another world. A door half open, a host, a white light in our despairs,…