He Questions Many Things

Looking over the idea of being in love I find that we have abandoned the thought Of being alive to favor the infinite possibilities Of gracing a lonely being with hope to jump start The quasi-lifeless soul into a blooming world. Alone he questions many things. Most of all his existence. And he waits unanswered… Continue reading He Questions Many Things

They

Faceless formless ghosts. Not even an archetype. Just boogeymen standing silent. They are a reflection of rule Denying a reality simple and honest Down to the point of redefining love. Guiding naked and silent dreams Showing us what heroes and gods Pave the way for millennia. They nudge we children into the fold And some… Continue reading They