Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Cloud Ponderings of Ant Colonies...

I'm sorry about the serpent
I'm sorry about your purpose
I'm sorry about my brother
I just wanted company
But I was too busy
and now he resents me
It's sad how good intentions
can be someone else's weapons
Everything you are used to
one day gets used against you

Friday, November 18, 2011

There aren't enough doors in this room to get me out!
There is not enough floor in this hall to get me where I am going!

The Delicates of Thy Night...

Her faces of pleasure still haunt me
    The brush of her bone cloak permit me secrets
When she sat high with head to heaven
    And mind in paradise
She takes me back to the womb, the true Eden
    Alive and well, in all women!
Infinite like the projections of insanity
    Or all the worlds graves creating one big void

Sunday, November 6, 2011

There were rocks there, with a thousand hands
Connecting me to the living, directing me to the dead