What we see now
is but a dim reflection
in the mirror.
A day shall come
for us to see each other
face to face..
to see us clearly.

To lock our eyes,
and arms, and hands
in an embrace..
of our shared struggle.
Of the wounds
that we’ve …

Chaos is, indeed,
merely a ladder.
And the higher
that we climb..
The more
we grow to
utterly despise
The One who
clambers.

Because the act
of clambering
is done upon
the ladder’s
many steps.
What paves them?
Might it be
the boney skulls
of those who tried
to …

I may have cut you off.. but still, somehow I feel your pain. Your phantom flesh, transparent to the eye, returns to haunt me.. time and time again.

Returning to you, at long last, The Two Observers (in the flesh). This episode around, humble ol’ Steve and lovely Arielle.. continue …

I held
my love for you
as if it was
my final breath.
I took it in
until there was
no space
in my lungs
left.

I held it
‘til my head
felt dizzy..
‘til my face
turned blue.
All that
once mattered
to my heart..
was simply that
you …

The Phoenix
rose from ashes..
yet, he’s still
consumed
by flames.
The Fire that,
upon a time,
incinerated him..
became
the gentle heat
that fills
his arteries and
veins.

The songs
he sings now
are unlike
The Ones
he knew before.
A gust of wind
that flows
through God …

In murky depths..
upon the bottom
of a shallow pond.
A seed lies dormant..
planted in a bed of mud.

Is it not warmth..
that prompts its stems,
at once, to sprout?
The stems that promptly
reach for source..
the origin of warmth
that penetrates
the dark and deep..
we …

When
my time
comes..
to finally
greet Death..
I hope
she comes
to me
as an old ally..
and a cherished
friend.

As if we knew
each other
all our life.
Because
of course
we did..
she always
loomed
behind me..
out of sight.

I wrote
more love for her …

Насильно
мил не будешь.
Это правда.. да.

Ведь рано
или поздно
всё о чём
мы так
пеклись..
становится
варено-пресная
и никому уже
не нужная
ерунда.

Любовью
сыт не будешь..
а тем более
когда её и так
на зуб.
Насильно милым
я не буду.
Буду лучше..
голоден, угрюм,
и груб.

C’est la vie,
mon cher ami..
and don’t you
ever dare
say it ain’t so.

Or should I
rather say
cher-ish ami?
If that, indeed,
must be
our kind of love…

I wouldn’t know.
They say the root
of all our evil
must be greed.

But …

Cherish.
Word of the day.
If only
we could learn
to hold
and cherish
those
for whom
we prayed.

Especially
when answers
to our prayers
don’t arrive
in ways
that we
expected
to receive.

God doesn’t
peddle us
snake oil
to solve
our problems..
only challenges
that stretch …