I have spent seasons readying for rebirth, awaiting change forever in my heart like a bird, warding off destructive tendencies and...

I want to be the thunder of your rain, the great, heaving indifference that breaks you into submission to the Kingdom, an elegant agony...

Half the time it’s nothing, I am nothing, no more. But like the fickle wish uprooted, the deliberate, persistent, rather indestructible...

I have devoted myself with unswerving dedication to the ideal of the Altar at the Shrine. O mountaintop Mercy, O pinnacle of Presence, I...

Terrible poems, a scathing mind. I know no quiet when I write. The pond is perturbed continuously by the arrogant breeze of the attempt....

By inconclusive dogma of retreat have I abandoned all my poems of thought, left them to sit and gather dust in heaps, crumbling away in...

Heaving the emaciated corpse of my body out of bed in the penitent morning, obedient as a stone, I realize when dusk has come then, I've...

Oh fuck, oaken baritone, punctuated by guitars, the swirling mixture of four horsemen on their horses, riding after Sunset into our...

I. They had on display vast cartographies of the intellect, vistas of the open realms of Knowledge, portals to the Divine threaded...

Lost in a Sea of facts, statistics, Truth is a prevalent pearl, but ever-so subtle demeanour'd, biding her Time, everlastingly ready ...