I am excellent at nothing, so Nothing shall I be. I am good for Nothing, I’ll just smoke this Devil’s weed.

Believe not what your eyes show you; perhaps you know, the path to the soul. Sight alone shall make you blind. In your chest, creates a dark hole. And following a foolish heart at road's end brings no gain. Careless love and summer days might possibly bind it in chains. Take notice of Mind's trickery, as pride is a crippling force. Too much faith in your intellect will make you lame as a horse. Be careful of what you trust in. Beware, I tell you, of assumption. A coy wink and a shake of its h...

A day is a thousand, I must endure prying Light, till I see your face in fallen places once more The city is stifling, but worry not; for our pleasure, a cabin in the Black Forest away from searching eyes, where our secretive doings shall not be exposed. The crickets serenade us, sing tales of our infatuation Your coming silences life as it beholds your beauty. The Sun, in her jealousy turns away, taking her leave; she has not my affections. I care not for her golden locks. No, she is, and wi...

Alas! Alas! My shattered heart Yea, the scar doth still smart In all, I did perform my part No! Oh, no! T'would have been better To have ceased from the start

My wisdom teeth grew in At the time that I grew wise Years previous, slept dormant In spite of protesting cries

I observed a caterpillar spiky and mother-of-pearl scaling blades of the lawn and thought of my life- fly on a used butcher knife.

I am afraid of aging Life blooms and wilts as flower Skin care and no smoking Still time is not in my power. I am afraid of aging, To die and not accomplish Of living years without a cause To fade without a finish I am afraid of aging Running fast, not going far Three score and a decade Till as a dinosaur I sink into tar I am afraid of aging To know, yet never see Wanting to travel the world But never taking my leave I am afraid of aging Glory be to my youth Nevetheless, the hour approaches ...

It haunts my dreams, occupying my thoughts A spirit which makes me feel insecure and unsafe; Perhaps it will come to cease? Nay, it is a wraith. Sceaming in the night, I wake with a start In sleep I’ve lost faith. How can I rid myself of it? Can I strike back at this fiend? Nay, not at all. It is a wraith. Give me back my mind, a crazed lunatic I’ve become This is too harsh a fate With devious smile, eyes full of malice, it whispers, “Nay, I am a wraith.” “Who is this wraith that tortures yo...