A Void
In the sleep a void, the mystery a flight. I a vacuum, a channel to space, tuned for evacuation to white light. Below gold sphere transmigration A.U.M breath in and…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
In the sleep a void, the mystery a flight. I a vacuum, a channel to space, tuned for evacuation to white light. Below gold sphere transmigration A.U.M breath in and…
I am walking lean; as mean, as possible. I will survive in the clothes that help me stand up, it is frayed and displayed and discriminated, thus according to those…
Human hands in ghostly white pushing into purity the walls of white drew me into the hall of initiation, in the oblong pod of a room, in the heart of…
The twisting and turning of the herd, the crowd, the masses shout. Shout higher and louder, but beware in despair for there are sides of faces peering at a distance,…
To find the softest cushion for a soul to land upon, when you have heard a whoosh between gaps to travel and escape the trials and tyranny upon unfeeling unknowing…