my crimson witch,
a master of the switch..
from yes to no to maybe.
can I blame her? nayy..
she’s just a little baby.

besides, we know..
upon the hat
of every wicked witch..
the tapestry of her
downgoing..
is always dutifully
stitched..

by hands of those
who held …

The fifth muse
I shall stumble on
must surely be
Death.
I have been
courting her already..
Though she hasn’t
found me yet.

How do I know
The Fifth One
shall appear?
Well, that is easy..
Death shall come
for all of us,
that much is clear.

In all …

A long long
time ago
I planted a tree..
And for so
many years
it grew right
alongside me..

Its root network dug itself
so deep into my heart,
and into my brain..
and for its nourishment
The Tree
absorbed all of my joys..
and all of my pains.

A …

To all the birds of prey
that may be looming
high above me
in the sky..
I have a message
to preemptively diffuse
your disappointment..
this year, The Rose
shall be my Valentine.
She may be thorny,
but she sees my truth.
Which is a whole lot more..
than can …

Did my alignment.. flip?
Or did my mask.. slip?
Or did I purposefully
take your mind again..
for yet another trip?

The way to captivate
both fairest maidens
and righteous sailors..
Is never to give answers
straight..
to keep them guessing.
It’s a proven trick that works..
reliably and …

Do you wish
to get walked over
carelessly
by all the others?
Then do your best
to be a kind and loving,
freely giving man.

Or do you
rather wish
to get your way
and bend all others
to your will?
Then do your worst..
become just like
the rest …

I love you, baby..
I will show you
in the only way
I know..
by staying quiet
and pretending
that I do not care.
I’ll be both hot
and cold at once.
You will not catch me
either here or there.

The harder you surrender
to your love for …

my final
null hypothesis..
is Death.
tabula rasa.
if I lived life
without you
and survived
just fine..
then I am ready
to continue
living on
without us.

if you decide
to leave me
questioning..
then I shall see
myself right out.
and I shall do so
quietly..
for, I …

What else would you
really expect..
from The Man, The Poet,
in the flesh and bone, himself..
whose favorite philosopher,
more than a century ago,
so famously proclaimed
that “God is dead.”

I reckon
not an effort
to resuscitate
The Greatest
Perished One
right back to life!
Alas.. that is …

Is there a single
unifying and absolute..
indisputable and universal
gospel truth?

The Church
would have you
thinking so..
But The Devil
tells ye “nayy”.
The “truths”
they peddle you
are merely
shadow puppets
dancing on the walls
within the darkest cave.
The very walls
to which, within its
darkest …