Thoughts Inspired By Others

Something I read brought these emotions to the fore. Darkness, I hold your hand in the east, a sputtering candle in the west, north and south unknown.

Reposed in terror
Calmly waiting
Thinking of  small ones
I put coffin
To the lid
While Black flowers sickly smell
infuses all that fell
As watchers see in woods and fen
This does truly ends to start anew


I won't be seeing you in all the old familiar places. Whatever rises from the ashes. Ill fortune be the same old lashes, best they not appear. For if they tell the speak of old, the game is rigged. Our evolution does not include those of these. Or it is not worth living. For what's the point of repeat this hell that they can spell.

Rock Spring Bird Never Flys Alone

We are one thing, hold it as priceless, as I hold you all.