They hear me,
but they
understand me
not..
Because, in truth,
I’m not
The Voice unto
their ears.

Merely but noise
in foreign tongues
is what they hear.
What of it is there
left to cherish..
what of it to still
hold dear?

When silence
doesn’t feel
like …

We cannot
fight nature..
yet we choose
to fight ourselves.

We cannot
fight change..
for in stagnation
lies our Death.

We cannot
fight gravity..
the fabric of
our fates.

We cannot
fight nothing..
for The All of it
was providence
disguised as a
mistake.

We can fight
The Devil..
but …

Source?
So it was written
by The Will
to Power of
The Elder Gods.

Is merely me ol’
messenger of
messengers
to question
their prophetic
visions?

Maybe..
Maybe not.

Dear God..
please help me
to discern
my right
from wrong.

Sharpen my ears
to keenly hear
motifs encoded
in your song.

Open my eyes
so that they may
observe the patterns
that unfold upon
your cosmic tapestry.

Allow my heart
to feel its truth,
at last and clearly.
Or …

The promised land
was always
hidden from us
in the place
we least expected..
in the quiet place
that lies within.

There lies
the softness,
the acceptance,
the sincerest love
that gives unto itself..
The All of what
it wishes to receive.

And if that place
is hollow..
Nothing else …

Want enlightenment?
Why don’t you go
and sit
beneath The Tree
of figs.
You’ve tried them
many times before..
now ain’t they sweet?

At least
when they are served
for you
upon a silver platter,
but alas..
what if they’re hanging
right above your
pretty face …

Live long enough
among the wolves..
and, sure enough,
you’ll learn to howl
like one.

Roll long enough
with gangsters..
and you’ll find
yourself no longer
fazed by smoking
guns.

Embrace
the company
of thieves..
and slowly
you’ll forget
what’s yours
and what is
mine.

Your …

The God I worship
is impersonal.
He is The God
of cosmic strings.

The harmony
of their vibration
always dissonant..
an empty stare
that doesn’t even
care enough
to blink.

And aren’t you and I
merely extensions
of His music?
Melodies that we
can never fully hear?

He …

What
is observed
by you
before you die?
What
flashes once,
and for
the last time,
right before
your eyes?

Nothing..
if not
the opposite
of what
is still to come..
your life?
Do you not find
yourself
observing your
behind?

Every word
you said
or failed
to say.
Every …

Damned if you do..
Damned if you don’t.
To double-cross
The Other is to
place yourself
into a double bind..
still, we are bound
by human wont.

Alas, in crucifying
your reflection,
don’t you, first
and foremost,
cross yourself?
But it is upon
the cross alone
that we …