Category: Poetry
Passage
(…)reason
There's never been an age of reason. Loneliness marched upon us as ashes thrown back upon fields of blood soaked memories of ungrateful departed... Loneliness doesn't reason; it just sinks thought and unthought requiems of undreamed nightmares... The day our consciousness became attached to reason, another age was born: the age of treason...
War Crime or War Winner? The Truth about the Bomb
Flower, alone…
No one came to my funeral. They came to say goodbye, to mourn, to cry... Dressed in black like crows awaiting patiently until the first worms shall make their way from underneath my skin. Yes, they came, but not to my funeral. There was I, alone, dressed in black like a monstrous raven, nested uncomfortably … Continue reading Flower, alone…
Don’t wonder…
I couldn’t have said it better myself…
Scavenging gods…
I peeled myself away from time. Away from every little, wicked portal of uselessness opened between agonising trees and falling drops of water... I've seen the principles of physics falling apart, laws turning to claws, hosts becoming ghosts, asses turning into masses, with hopes strangling like ropes binding us all to altars emptied every morning … Continue reading Scavenging gods…
New Post on “Poetry and Philosophy”!
Dear Friends of Liberty of Thinking! I am pleased to inform you of a new post on Poetry and Philosophy! You can Read, Evaluate and Comment, HERE! Looking forward to meeting you there.
Another New Site Launch Today!
Dear Friends of Liberty of Thinking! After even more thought, consideration and other related mental exercises, I am once again pleased to announce today the launch of my newest site, "Philosophy inspired Poetry", the other twin, Poetry and Philosophy topical site of Liberty of Thinking - Defiant Hopelessness. As you may have noticed, some of … Continue reading Another New Site Launch Today!
Imagine trees…
Imagine their roots... Abiding deep like hands With fingers grasping every inch of dirt... Long, curling nails avoiding stones, And bones, and rotting earthworms. Mean tentacles with disrespect For any other creature needing soil And water; dark tenants from another Underworld... You cut the leaves, the spreading branches, And everything under the sun, To leave … Continue reading Imagine trees…


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