ORIGINAL thoughts
c r e a t e new
u n i v e r s e s
:: 04-03-2014 ::
MY thoughts
so large
an undetermined
size
One below the trees
another above
the skies
The elements, they shape
that which perceived
the rest by humanity
:: 04-13-2014 ::
THE mortal wound cut my soul
— a sword through thought
jutted through skin and bone
Why fear the thinking voice
— a visitor we receive —
mostly without choice?
Comes fright not from
the unspoken words
but a ring of truth
that may be heard
::01-06-2014::