Poetry Collection
Verses on spirit, silence & the infinite
Sow & Reap
Oh what wilt Thou do with too much virtuePainting this earth with a lifeless white,A single shade of
Shunned
Oh the charters have all fallen,The compacts honoured by birth and life,Right of being and becoming
I Am All
I am all the fireflies of the worldThat with a spark scour in eager pursuitOf Thee who is blazing be
I Shall Dare
What meek villains hast Thou engendered O Sire,Tutored by world clichés in shallow villainyGrowling
Thy Traits
The heart is a wasteland parched and dryWhere once the waters of emotion flowed,Long flowed here the
Long Ago
Long ago in my naïveté I had fondly dreamedOf mine mind all illumined birthing scriptures new,The mi
Unsulliedly Divine
Much too attached Thou hast grownTo the method and means of a hasty storm,The measured ways Thou has
Temple of Silence
Today, even the paltry speech escaped meAnd the words with the hours did rapidly flee,I bid them pau
Black Name
Who brings Thee daily odes whilst thronging the human roads,Gathering every stray wildflower idea to
Fathers & Sons
Oh, why art Thou unfamiliarly profound and intimately strangeLike some daily sun propped on the wall
New Ritual
Does it grate Thy ears to hear the hymns of old,The odes of praise born from old discoveries?As when
Temperate Hells
How sweetly settled were the years of lack,A mind with shuttered windows and doors,A belly that tack
Gauge Me Kindly
A maze an hour Thou doth assuredly deliverWith all the magical unknowns to discover,A deadend and a
Make Name
A black residue pervades hereinThat glues all parts to a nescience;The gazing eye is caught thereinA
Only A Dreamer
Such fine heroes bred I, each mighty and fine tunedTo the brutal rigours of an unfinished globe,Each
Mead
What good is mead without heightened spiritIf amidst the pedestrian ways we must tread,Plodding thro
Forever Paramour
Oh, did I spurn Thee in some cycles unrememberedWhen in the flush of fortune’s climes pridefulTurned
Many Betrayals
The first betrayal were by the five sensesBearing veils that obscured all reality,Each of them beari
Plotter of Charades
I’ll forego thee O dawn and all thy bright artistry,The busy hours that troop like waters downstream
Fire-Bloom
Gracious is the lease of a new dayAnd use of limbs from ill revived,The founts of my muse barren sta
Lord of Journeys
How fertile the moss that covers wall-faceOf my temple for mere days left behind,How clogged are the