The Beggar
The beggar trolls the wood and glen, And happenstance pretends, To lift the sky to heaven’s breach, A second chance begins. For all creations manifest, Defeat of sorrows told, A kindly gesture serves the king, A ransom for his gold.- Sinz
Reckoning
17 March ’18 Universes unfold and collapse in time and space, but what about the furtive struggles of life in fear and passion? Do they ever dissipate? I do not have the answer; however, perhaps some reckoning, and evening solace, can be found in the silence of the dead of winter and in the storm […]
Awakening
Is it enough to be stranded on this rock of angel dust and fairy shadows, reclined in solar bliss, trapped yet free, chained to an eerie mechanism of fate? Bewildered? I was, until the fall, the fall of ruin, the dust of decadence. Now, I know, and a new philosophy outweighs my corruption of insight. […]
Sapientia
Modi sunt, per spiritum meum, et mitis sapientia, non est salience regum, et fratres mei. – Sinz
The Thicket
I see through the thicket of grapevine and thistle that hides the gate to the meadow. But I don’t wish to clear that path yet. I am of use on this side of the fence, for I am strong beyond the reckonings of fortitude. I know the dawn, the dusk and the hours between. I […]
Quiet Eyes
The quiet eyes search the globe of tarnished weathervains, calypsoing into the fall patterns of afterthought, carousing the inert slopes of the maidens’ valley, the ever sought realm of tenseness that forces the blood to follow the veins in a heartless society of somber misunderstanding. The result of a mixup might be the outcome of […]
Constance
Constance Freeling, the inside switch maiden of the town of Calverts Dam, two hundred miles from the Davenport Reservoir, relays the telegram, signals the train to slow in the harbor station, and pulls the last lever of her night, to look out the dismal window to the hollow street of her denial. The strain of […]
Little Bird
Little bird tapping on my shoulder, give me a clue. Where does the tree meet the sky? The very top, the highest branch, the conicle essence of majesty in the realm of fortune? The sky huggers sway, the light and air is pure treasure, and free to the kingdom of solemn oak, birch, redwood, or […]
Void
The void is interchangeable with respect to the balance of reasonable contradictions of presumed cognizance. Purge the will of the dreams and suffer the stifling freeze of destination’s turmoil, an ingot of gold, the rock in the shoe, the paralyzation of emptiness of calamity forced by struggle in retrospective enlightenment. How do the innocents prevail […]
How Should We Live?
March 12 2017 As the stars in the heavens shine brightly into the interstellar void, we stand up against the despair of our lost dreams. The moon shines luminously in its reflective desolation and the sun burns blindingly in its atomic fire, and so we are caught between their fire and ice in a world […]