Hope is insidious in its waning, lingering sweet like a sin, an unspoken prayer that betrays reason in defiance of looming inevitability while offering nothing more than a lengthening of the hours of a lonely vigil.
I sold your picture today. It only cost the Devil my soul.
love has no leave we fly down in velvet dreams and thirst with the sky under brilliant song living out of wild bodied trees
I refuse to let death be my life, for it is the only one that I have; I'll not worry about the end of my path, it will come soon enough, and getting there is the fun part.
I am not my words but they are all I have left of me.
right now is passing me by because I'm stuck in yesterday waiting for a word never uttered and a future that cannot be
Time gives way to the timeless Life gives way to death Form gives way to the formless Motion gives way to rest Weep not for me at my passing Mourn not that I finally sleep For death is no more than a passage From time to eternity
this darkness living and breathing becomes me; and though it is me I am not it, I am only a remnant of Light and the twilight of God, bound by the limitation of being, revealed as nothing more than eternity failed
Shadows haunt me, ghosts of a past I cannot escape-- and you, always there, the shadows are your shape.