Climbing a long
and winding
staircase
to this tower’s
spire.

Towards a shrine
that shelters
final embers
of The Devil’s Fire.

Where The Magician
chants her spells
to usher in The Poet’s
grand return.

The path
to our salvation
from above
is indistinguishable
from the path
to …

The holy
speaketh
unto me..
No more.

However
much I plead..
However
hard I bang
upon its door..

It’s closed.
Whoever locked it
threw away the key.
Riddle me this, now..
Does that mean
I am forsaken?
Or does that mean,
at last, I’m free?

To roam the …

Thou art cured,
oh Great Orion,
for, in Death..
There is no hunger,
thirst, or longing left.

There is only quiet.
Quiet and peace.
What spoils
of hunting
possibly
could rival
boons
like these?

If you stare into
the crystal ball
too much..
your mind
and sanity
are forfeit
to the spirits
from the aether.
They become
your crutch.

They tell you
what to think.
They show you
what to see.
They know your
every fear,
your every worry.

They know
exactly what
it …

Is my phantom limb even real? Maybe about as real as you. I feel a clinching in the space where you should be.. but I can’t see you?

What I can see (with my ears, not with my mouth), is this new episode of TOWIAB finally dropping! This time …

The All is well..
in Israel.

I can point you
in its general
direction..
but I cannot
walk your own
feet there.

I can lead you
to the promised land..
but I can’t find
your own peace
on its fertile soil.

I can be your mirror..
But my role …

Our paradise..
Lost.
Sunk with its
costs.
Treasures of
love.
Buried in me.

Dead they lay now
on the bottom
of The Ocean-sea.
Irretrievable.
In stillest depths
of our ineffable..
and inconceivable.

What beauty is there
to be found?
Upon the long forgotten,
Sun-scorched
battlefields of striving..
Is it in …

One day,
The Two Observers
walked into a bar.

The One of them said
what?
The Other One said
nothing.
Harr harr harr..

Harrrd.
Like the R
in hardest
problem
of The All.

The toughest
nut to crack..
the puzzling
enigma of
The Nothing
in our love.

If only that
you had the eyes
to see.
The depth of
nothingness
in you
that lives
inside of me.

Coloring
inside the lines..
Another
picture perfect
paradise..
of two souls
who were never meant
to meet.
Because I am the winter’s
chill..
you are the summer’s
heat …

Some of us are born
with silver spoonfuls
in their mouth..
of just the finest
cookie batter.
Other ones of us
are served
black caviar
and lobsters
on a golden
platter.

But is it not
the blandest
acorns of
knowledge
and freedom
and love..
that are
the sweetest
delicacies
falling …