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….

What A World Have We Built? What Have We Made?

This battle will pass, so will the next one, but what about the war within? Are you even fighting the right battles? Or are you simply keeping yourself occupied in these myriad skirmishes? Each worry is a battle, born from expectations -sometimes inflicted, sometimes imposed. There is an end to how many battles you can…

The end of the end where nothing lies. . .

The end of the end where nothing lies, that is the resting place of silence. No words, no melody, no sight, no emotion, naught permeates the den of reticence.   It may well be that’s what we seek, but the path is full of a gratuitous din. Ignorance is bliss and yet it is blasphemy, seekers of…

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…