Someone hot and sure and lithe could satisfy the body right, But what I'm looking for in life is not someone to fuck tonight. The world's preoccupied with looks, and I'll agree, they're pretty nice, But perky tits and open thighs are not the only enterprise. What I want can not be seen, if you've no internal eye, And many men can't not think to stop looking for moans and cries. Where I have trouble trying to look, is that I've will but still I'm weak; By very act of being male my lust is stro...

In the chasm there is clutter, Of the mind that causes stutter, Of the word that you try utter, Through the whisper of the wind. And the sound of so-slight whipping, Is as painful as one’s hissing, For the breath that won’t come willing, To the gasping of your lungs. Above your head the branches swaying, Look for only words betraying, What you make attempts conveying, To the person that you face. Pale ice shines with frost a-glisten, Spinning duet of sweet vision, All around you these things ...

A flash—ignite! Burn the heavens! Tear that foul streak across the sky! Down here I stare up as it deadens, And I can’t bring myself to cry. The spark implodes, a fate fulfilled, Humanity will learn to die. Expounded with mass murder, skilled, And I can’t bring myself to cry. Somewhere here--the plea is distant-- Something weak is found to survive. Extinguished swift by rage persistent, And I can’t bring myself to cry. Mangled swaths adorn the landscape, Protrusions that repel the eye! Labor ...

I remember in the best of days when the winter had not passed, I have witnessed the dreamer's gaze who's elation did not last, And the Earth grew weak and its pulse fell slow so the rulers created, They made the world in all its glory to their own cruel hatred. With the fires quenched and the broken stone the world was wrought anew, And in it held the sway of all who survived the awesome view, But in its design one fatal flaw could lead to its destruction, A gaping hole - an evil maw which pe...

“Time,” he said, “Is an illusion.” The man’s small, beady black eyes studied the men in front of him. Scratch that, not men - boys. “There is no belief so folly as the thought that time moves in a straight line. Everything about a straight line is a denial of time!” The students stared back at him, but they weren’t studying him, they were trying to comprehend time as anything other than a line. “Your perception of time,” said the professor, “is wrong. All wrong. Deal with it.” Three opened t...

Knothole eyes peering morose, Joyfulness worn away in falling white, Golden brown of autumn, Wishes the set of knothole eyes. Falling to the landscape through, Fractal prisms of blue inheritance, Washing away color, Mourns the set of knothole eyes. Cataclysmic crystal shards, Piercing deep, the shadow's coarse diseases, The moon, so cold, holds reign, Over the set of knothole eyes. Hibernation unwanted, Forced with a will against all wishes of, Freedom from ice and snow, Such is the set of kn...

And the mirror stared back, And the mirror stared back, And in it I saw, The same thing as always, Yet the view had changed, Other end of a hallway, And what I saw, was not me, And the mirror stared back, And the mirror stared back.

Circles, Ever turning, never ending, Never stopping, always bending, Fundamental ways of sending, To the place ever descending.

Tomorrow I shall act, But for today I shall sit, And nothing differentiates, Between me and those who will sit forever, Save that I will change the world, When I manage to change myself.

For those whom ignorance looms above, Look only to the halls within, For this is where you will survive, If the battle for power you are to win. Who are they, that befoul the Earth, Those that walk but do not think? How much are their lives truly worth, If each moment their roles shrink? What cowards are these, these monstrous souls! From what depths do they dredge their need? That they’re so willing to execute, I can’t imagine such a greed. What a fool’s seamstress, what a fool, Was I to thi...