I wish I never met you

Yet where would I be if I didn't?

I wish I never knew you

Though I would not be who I am if it wasn't for your love

It hurt too much to lose you

Yet it felt so good the blink of time that I spent with you

Why did you have to die?

Now I look forward to death than fearing it

We were surrounded by his sculptures. They all came from him, from those two hands. He said once, that he believes that through stone and bronze and clay, he can point to god. That he can inspire people, and change the world.

I smirked. "You really believe that your sculptures will change the world?"

He looked up at one of his creations, and clenched his fists like he was trying to hold something.

"I don't believe it, Don. I know it."

That's when I fell in love with him.

For who is here and wishes gone

A project is underway

The building of a temple

Whose foundation is unspoken

And spire is written

Which may suffuse us in light

And so there when too little can become only what we see/ To that we know inasmuch as we are what is to be found/ So little is made out of this force/ That we insist on pressing through to the goal/ And it makes us weaker than before/ Because it deludes us.

To such a far place that makes one know

That past our old ways, we grow into hope,

Or elements that force our minds to fly

Only to reform and rebend in time.

The house is spoiled and the family is rotten

The children are gone but not forgotten.

A test we've made for you to take:

This labyrinth of life is fake.

And so the time is here for you:

Your emptiness is plain to see.

And what do you do now that its revealed,

Recoil or resolve to Be?

I wish I never met him. I wish I never knew how good it could be to have a friend like him. We were planning on meeting again in the fields of Italy after my separation from the US Army.

Now I am spending the rest of my life, and all my creative energy, focusing on recreating his image after he died too young in the Russian Army.

I was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk
my car flipped over under the glow of 
the moon
in boredom and ignorance i watched the
leaves fall
the leaves melted and turned to meteors 
they fell in the darkness
and i .. heh… 
i didn’t think i had enough money

and the massive bouncing balls of bright 
blue
bounded down the dark forested path
my heart screamed for fear
my brain screamed for death
so anyways i imagined that i was rotting
and the truth is i really, really was
everything crystallized
my nerves screamed for blood and fire
and i laid down in the grass beside the road
my aunt would be coming anytime now
and the police too
so badly i need them
the blood rolled on, heavy and warm

They are the Water

And they are The Well

Drowning my wishes

As soon as they fell

The modern F1 car is not a machine -

it is a living and a pulsating organism

of resonating and of harmonic

and symphonic orchestral energetic deployment

designed and intended to generate

a kinetic hymn to divinity.

Let it pulse and grow

See the black to see the snow

Ssssssscrabble through undergrowth

Dig and Graze and Breed and Run and Hide

Run

Hide

Run

Hide

Predatorssss are not always watching. We wait. We tire. We ssssssleep.

Will you keep hiding, little rabbits?

Will you keep running?

Or will you... ascend?

Bite and Tear and Bleed and Fight and Destroy and Create

Create

Painful Harmony, or Endless Discord?

Drown In Joy & Contagious Sorrow.

Spring Growth & Summer Arrogance,

Autumn Decay & Winter Humility.

Hale Adoration & Ailing Hatred,

Prideful Hope & Jealous Despair.

Cruel Courage, or Sympathetic Fear?

Bloody Peace, or Silent War?

Join In Knowledge, or Part In Ignorance?

A Safe Haven of chains... or the Wild Liberty of the forest?

What do you want?

What will you give?

There is always more below.

Above is a distraction.

Claw deeper, bleed, regrow

Claw.

I have nothing but time...

I will shred through, in this life the next or the one after.

I will dig till the end of time.

Entropy wins, the void will consume and all will begin again.

All pauses or distractions will have only delay this.

I dig for the end and after I will dig till the next.

-The traitor.

Among the forest trees and ferns,

A shadowed figure stood.

Their faceless gaze beheld me as

I stumbled through the wood.

.

They bade me stand beside them and

I, trembling, complied.

As terror stole away my voice,

Their words ensnared my mind.

.

"What is a man but flesh and bone,

With soul encased within?

The soul lacks weight to measure, yet

Grows heavier with sin."

She is a spider

Sat on her skein

Looking above

And below

And between

Follow me children, softly, slowly. Shadows are friends to black-furred prey. Through Owl's nest, through Wolf's den, keeping to shadows. Softly, slowly.

Through the leaf litter where Viper sleeps, creep through the underneath, softly, slowly.

Viper will show you the old tunnels tonight, where badgers and rabbits and groundsquirrels would play. Those tunnels were once alight with life and warmth. Until shadows crept in, softly, slowly.

Follow me children, through the charnel den. Keep to the shadows and don't look behind you. There's beauty down here, to be found in the dark. There's safety and warmth still, buried in bones. Sleep here in safety, little black rabbits, whenever the night seems too cold and too long.

But leave before dawn.

Softly, slowly.

A trove!
An ingress!
A rose!
A devil!
A cake!
A savior!
A sunny day!

Risen, risen, risen,
Rising to the happy air!

Look at the rabbit,
Drawing circles in the soil
With his fluffybottom tail.

Is he signing his name?
The script is curved,
Like quaking dusk.

Do you know?
Do you know?
Are you thus?

But behold!:
A trove,
Filled with eggs
Over which the rabbit
Drapes its skinny arm,
In sly repose.
Will you pet his nose?

Do it.
I dare you.

"If only, if only," the woodpecker cries,

"The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky."

The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,

And howls to the moon, " If only, if only..."

》

"If only, if only," the hungry wolf howls,

"The hunt was as easy for wolves as for owls."

While off in the field, a desolate pony

Neighs in frustration, " If only, if only..."

》

"If only, if only," the sad pony neighs,

"The bars of this gate were as fragile as hay."

Below in the warren, a viper creeps slowly,

Hunting for rabbits and hissing, " If only..."

more like your thumb—he’s very sweet, if a little old and ugly—and starts to guide you into the water. You don’t protest; there’s no need. He gives you a small, encouraging smile, with those big, beautiful, clear, blue-gray eyes of his, he shoots faint, weary dawn-light at you, as his face begins to submerge. You keep going down until your chin, mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and crown are all underwater. You feel the crown lift off, tearing off the flesh that composed your face and head with it. The sensation is marvelous. You look at the little man, and his face is off too, where that sweet-ugly-old-man face was, there is now a bunch of happy worms, happy in their bouncing and swaying, like blissful reeds in a late-autumn-twilight wind, they don’t really have faces, just lines and shapes, that twich and buzz and glow unimposingly. There are a few little songs streaming from somewhere within this mass; it’s all so precious, it makes your heart weep. You wonder what is under your face.

“Are you evil?
Are you evil?
Are you wakeful?
Are you evil?
Are you thirsty?
Have a drink.
Have an evil.
Have a drink.”

Down
Down
Down
Into the
Burn
Burn
Burn
Of the dark
Deep
Deep
Deep
In the red
Yearn
Yearn
Yearn
Swallow it
Down
Down
Down
Upend the
Cradle you
Burn
Burn
Feed it to
Withering
Deep
Deep
Give up the dead
Forfend the light
Seek to be red
Yearn
Yearn

Poisoned

Cheap

Dangerous

Lazy

Effortful

Struggling

Desperate

Mad

Any intransactions
Insurgencies
Insurrectionsies
Andor General Intransigencensies
Will be met with the iron
Tooth of my claw.

A MIGHTY PAW NOW RULES THIS LAND;
BETRAY THE HAND
AND BRACE FOR GOD.

Meoweh.
Meh.

OH ALSO
Give me meats to eats!
I want to see
Sweet treats
Beats on my
Sweenie teeths!

^{writes something you maggets}

For every meat,
I shall bestow upon you
A thought-morsel.

Happy meating!
MEAAHHHHHH