I distill..
not just to thrill,
but to preserve.
Flesh to bone
and Geist
to Word.

For, The Lion’s potency
lies not in pouncing
like a little kitty
on first whim..
The Lion’s potency
lies in observing
keenly..
sitting still..
before delivering
the lethal strike.

What is The …

It is written
that still waters
run deep.

Alas,
so often stillness
is a temporary
calm.. in prelude
of a storm,
indeed.

Verily, verily,
I say unto thee..
I only speak
of that which I
can see.

I hear
the whistling
and singing of
The Tempest’s
winds..
I feel …

What lies within
the liminal space
between The Death
of Christ..
and His return to life?
A period of silent doubt
and questioning
by His disciples..
of whether
it is true or not
that He will rise.

There lies a blurry
boundary that separates
our Word from Flesh..
A moment …

What is the highest
form of wealth
that any man
could hold?
According to
The Crimson Monarch
it is neither silver,
copper, nor gold.

Its only measure
is the love
you freely gave away.
In moments
when you chose
to be compassionate
and gentle..
and to hold another
lovingly..
when …

Ohh, little sparrow..
Tell me, darling,
what’s an angry bird?
I think it is The One
who needlessly got hurt.
Who faced some mean,
unkind, and harsh,
bad people in her life.
But what I hold for you
behind my back
is not a knife.

There is no threat …

So.. is this
oh.. so.. humble
of a hermit
L or Light
in his real life?

If I was Light,
I wouldn’t tell you this..
But if I was L,
I would mislead you
into thinking
that you know..
By night, I’m Kira..
of the spiritual realm.

Madly …

“Love is dead…”
at least so many
people tend to
claim.
As if it ever lived
outside of choices
that we make.
In truth, however,
most of us
don’t have the liver
to metabolize..
what truest love,
in practice,
may entail.

Which kind of love
is truest?
Is it …

Speaking of scrabble?
Yes, sweet babygirl..
I doobie dabble.
I have my way
with words,
indeed.
Though it don’t
score me
many points..
deez points
can sugondese.
So long as I
can score them
past the goalie
of your heart,
sweet babygirl..
I rest in peace.

One does not
simply bite
the hand
that feeds.
For, it’s The One
that beckons us
with treats..
that very often
is The One
with sleights..
to pull all sorts of
wooly tricks
over our eyes.

Take for example
B.F. Skinner’s classic!
Called The Carrot
and The …

I’ll hold you,
baby..
yes, I’ll hold
you.
Even when
it hurts me
to the bone.
Even if it means
I have to push uphill
the heaviest of stones.

And even if The End
lies far beyond
horizons of
what may be known..
I’ll hold you.
Nice …