What does it take..
to truly live?
Instead of merely
staying just alive..
It takes an ear,
that’s keenly tuned..
to hear the silent
music of our life.

The faith and patience
not to agonize
over an outcome..
but instead to sit in quiet.
Sit and listen on a …

Tell me,
Thrice-Greatest
Hermes..
Why did The Shepherd
of my people, Moses..
through Lord Almighty’s
miracles,
bring horrid terrors..
upon the captor
of his tribe..
The Pharaoh?

It was to show us,
people living
in the world today..
That not all hearts
have the capacity..
for holding faith.

The …

The worst thing
you can do
to someone..
is to yearn for them
and to idealize.
To put them high
upon a pedestal
that scrapes
the skies.

For, though it feels
quite nice to rest
up there..
it’s colder
than the center
of The Earth.
The coldest circle
of …

A little poison now
begets
a little poison then..
becomes
a little ritual..
again, again, again.

“I do not need it!”
cries out..
the utterly deceived.
But it’s
the deceiver’s hand
that always
freely gives..
But it’s
the receiver’s hand
that reaches still
to take.

A …

Howdy good people,
it’s so good to be here..
to tell you the circular
tale of my life.

A spaghetti western
about a space cowboy..
with gambling debt
and a blinded one-eye.

Just like the cylinder
on my revolver,
it spins round in circles
then finally stills.

I loaded …

I beckon thee..
Remember.
Don’t you dare
ever forget.
Not four, but rather
five points
may be found upon
The Pentagram.

For, it is true,
The Hermit’s Odyssey
eventually led
to The Almighty God..
but none other than
The Devil
was The One
who pointed him
in that …

After this humble hermit
and The Rose
went temporarily astray..
he blindly roamed
The Earth, indeed,
for many days.
Except The Earth
alludes to more than merely
our terrestrial sphere.
She is a gentle woman
and a friend of mine
whose presence I still hold
quite near and dear.

After …

After this
humble anchorite
was washed ashore
upon a rosy dawn..
He blindly stumbled
until dusk..
until he chanced
upon a forest.
And what did
his blinded eye
observe..
growing upon
the fertile
forest floor?

Beneath
the branches
of a mighty oak..
In crimson shimmer
of a blood red moon …

What happened once
this humble hermit’s
eyes were blinded..
after staring
for too long
into The Sun?
When darkness was
The All that
he could see?
Upon his skin,
he felt..

The Ocean’s
gentle breeze.
Her beauty then
became his
deepest truth..
and in her likeness
came to …

If only I could tell you
just how much
you mean to me..
If I could communicate
the way I see you
through this blinded
eye of mine..

Too bad that language,
which, indeed, is sharpest
of my razors..
cannot even hope
to cut at truths like these.
Though I …