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being is as simple as breathingis as simple as creatingis as simple as writing.being is as simple as believingis as simple as failingis as simple as tryingbeing is as simple as livingis as simple as losingis as simple as dyingbeing is as simple as lovingis as simple as hurtingis as simple as flying.

There is only one wolf…The story of the two wolvesis an old Cherokee legendtwisted from the gnarled fingersof the glitteringancient mind.But if every honeybee is blessed with a cursed stinger why do we sentence our Shadowselvesto swarm for eternityinside?I believe there is a fatalmonster that is silently lurking,underneath my iron bones and in my whistlingContinue reading “The things you hate about yourself…”

The Earth let out an orgasm, shuddering into a moonless sky while the stars encircled her, like vultures scouting prey. The wolves writhed by dawnlight, set aflame by the sun, stumbling over starving whelps, and howling at the Day. Land eroded water, and the oceans drifted stangnant, without the moon’s eternal pull, its maternal wombContinue reading “Rape of the Earth”

I carry a peace of the universe in my heart. Gifted to me at my genesis I was told at the start that: I was a candle that would burn so bright only some would ever truly not-ice. And so, I clutch this flame in the palm of my hands burning my flammable skin. BecauseContinue reading “God sent Me”

I don’t understand the purpose of this hurt. Me as you may my existence prays in the beast’s honed jaws. This boat shipwrecked on Ogygia’s breast. Broke her clavicle, suckled her nipples. Dry-ads damn my oars. Scylla’s sadism, stinging catechism. W-ar scintillates mor than Janus’s throes Marred by death’s own claws.

Spindling heart strings on Silk spools And weaving them Into tapestries Her agate eyes Are finely carved by God’s platinum knife And she pierces the hearts Of those who covet her Like a trophy Barring her own Her maiden hair Cascades down the arch of Her back Ringlets and Rivulets in a Raveled and recedingContinue reading “She is an Enchantress”

There’s a dotted line beweenLove—and hate —good—-and bad—indulgence———and distasteOnWhich I sign With sinistrality Would I lay my life Down for my faith inHypnotic prose slithering From the voices of DemagoguesIntituting a moral Code Which I refuse to exaltWould I take this dogma to be my own? Through life——-and death serendipity——-and adversity luxury——-and poverty To beContinue reading “A Wife of vice and virtue”

when He looked me in the eye… masochism amalgamated his serrated features deception glinted like a knife in his ascetic gaze little did he know I was too far gone into the light to ever retrace my sybaritic steps back into the minotaur’s maze

Where did sin come from? How do we truly define good and bad if society is a man-made construct? We are all floundering flowers In God’s garden of life Some are nightshade or hemlock While others are prickly roses Wrought only to toil in strife In the pursuit of our ambition We scatter poisonous pollenContinue reading “The Origins of Sin”