Sophia, and Days Not Yet Passed

If you’re reading this, I’m already dead.

My dear Sophia, even now I miss how the refracting rays of sunlight illuminate your fiery red hair, and your beautiful brown eyes that look with so much understanding upon the suffering and the weak. It has…

“The Barren Landscape of a Soul’s Dream” or “Shadow Mirror”

The Sad soul never weeps,
Though tears may fall from her eyes.
The joy and the sorrow acknowledged as one,
Yet the tongue cannot utter a single word.
Life shows no(w) mercy to the wounded -
Those lives marred with streaks of…

I Want You to Know

I want you to know.
It may be pessimism,
Or realism — whatever that means –
But I want you to know that human beings don’t want to be free,
They want to be comfortable.

The Diary of Manuel St Pierre # 3 — The Dream of Eden

Last night I had a dream.
I have heard of a lost place, a garden called Eden,
And recently I’ve been obsessed with it.
Perhaps it may offer some refuge to my plight and to the world.

It was a beautiful day when the world ended.

It was a beautiful day when the world ended.
The way the trees burned,
Former…

Empire — The Fall

And did the common person look upon the ivory towers of Rome -
The contemptuous elite,
Guiding the Empire to ruin -
Did they…

Lily — Part I

“So, any recent ‘activity’?” His voice was grainy.

These Foolish Dreams

Too busy playing the role,
To see what was here all along,
Our shadows danced upon the wall,
Jeering and causing us to…

Silence and Tragedy

It’s silent now…

The ashes rain down
In city streets,
From the fires of the forests,
Sweeping…

The Tempest (A Raucous Silence)

Upon the rocky shore of Tempest’s wake,
And o’er the high sea cliffs of yesterday’s dream
I sleep.
Sleep in solitude and strength,
Tempered by fear and chaos.
This night — oh, long night –
I shall never forget,
But upon the breath of newborn babes.