Tag: Prose

Oh Simplicity

It is called simplicity Simplicity is a condition of the strong favored It is brilliance unleashed Exposes what to waiver and whom to savor 8.31.14

Formless Is Our Nature

We took off some time ago The only way in which to grow No birth no death only formless predecessors To entail all that ever was To bring summons on a mound To yell truth in an echoed whisper These names are coins we use to decipher Yet we hold our own accord We know…

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Structured Yet Formless

This dream in here that is spelled so dear to me the formless ones appear when they appear invested and pure I’m on their side 12.30.13

Eternally Fair

The things that are hard leave this heart to repair Open ended answers that once were questioned bare I have so many dead questions, answered and told Although it’s not a promisy the prophecy holds 12.25.14

Understand Our Fullest

A grown man isn’t fit to his ankles For your ankles aren’t confined to your story 4.6.14

Rebirth Intervention

When has luxury met its comfort? When has excess fed its match? When have I ever deserved such kindness? the Great Spirit within asks 2.24.14

Soul In Conquest

Getting out of this alive is the battle I stand firm to conquer Rather I’m alive than not at all aware 5.29.15

The Spirit Of A Tall Great Volcano

everyone is so small, like the greatness of man either makes you tall or the first to crawl in a direction of disintegration does my greatness offend you? must I shrink in dismay? my spirit’s cocky, though my ego’s hum-played 8.27.14