The Path That Goes Inward

Bowing my head in shame, I walk the path that takes me inward. Rage is lost on my own follies, The path ahead is still unclear. The frailty of my courage swells unabated, Smothering any hope, dismantling my dreams. Torpidity is my bane, Weighing down my fortitude. The fire within dims, the darkness inches closer….

Beautiful Apocalypse

A beautiful apocalypse is only a pipedream; a notion to be romanticized nonetheless. A beautiful apocalypse, if at all, will be complete – eradication of intelligence would be the salvation this world deserves. It is almost a tragedy that greed and intelligence often come intertwined. If effectively insulated the world would be a less desirable place…

An ode to the weekend…

O weekend my weekend,   Your life was short, but it was beautiful, It was full of joy, not a moment that was dull, Your life was short, but it was beautiful,   Your life was short, it went by too fast, Romance, suspense, misadventures, and action; it all seemed too good to last, Your life…