In the beginning, men watched the horizons, and ploughed the earth. And the earth was without form, and scattered with rocks; and darkness was upon their face, and in their hearts, deep... And the spirits of men moved upon the heart of the matter, and men said, “Let there be gods”, and there were gods... … Continue reading Gene(me)sis…
Month: February 2013
Alien stork…
Alien stork, refused by nesting chimneys, alone and hatched of non-existing eggs; arrived too early, leaving yet so gently, like the warm memory of a bed… And on, and on, so coloured yet so glassy, unseen, yet beaten and unstrained, no clouds, just water-bending sorrows, like a forgotten empty rain… No crimson banner, purple stairs, … Continue reading Alien stork…
imago…
stabbed was I by anyone who came into my own... invited them I and felt ashamed at being naked, trapped between my why... and theirs... shalom's all gone unlost, unfound, and bound to understand. reflected image Narcissus, of frozen sand and leaves, an echo cleaves to your distorted image... water has never been a good … Continue reading imago…
Moriah…
...so fragile when tender mercies mourn above forgotten mornings, with sand beneath the alabaster dreams, how few the sounds are of unsung old memories, unworthy on the parchment of what seems, to be just shallow echoes of some senses, long buried in my bloody battlefields. they're all Moriahs, all my hills and mountains, with stairs … Continue reading Moriah…
Bastard…
Corn's on my steps... so goldish yellow like the remembered shadows of a forgotten submarine. So many seeds... like soldiers ordered back from an unwanted battle. Green horns... so long and fading, like the desires of a eunuch's dream. No roots though... just bark of foreign trees beneath. It's never... another time of a forgotten … Continue reading Bastard…
Massada…
But who’s this blind-child of my lonely memory, unwanted morning yet unfollowed by another? Whose time we chew, whose banner do we tear apart; why bother? Alone, bewitched by what complete would mean if empty’s so rewarding, stand I and mourn… I’ve lost my mind, I’ve lost my senses and lost has grown the day … Continue reading Massada…
THEORETICAL PHILOSOPHY 