Not For Myself

Breath seized from his lungs His body turned blue and clammy cold, With what shall the lost be repaired? Am not here for myself! Work work work we work Old old old we grow And waning for what purpose? Am not here for myself! That moneybag and its sacrifices Early rising and late to bed […]

Who’s Lust?

Lust bite its slaves Thereby slaves pine away Lust is made master And master is lust:   Lust makes a slave, For Lust is slavery! Photo_credit: 1. lastwordnothing.com 2.roggersbibleblog (publishyourarticles.net)

A Hunting Silhouette

Yesterday is gone but active Today’s sufferance is passive Morrow is hunted by today’s folly No wonder humans are unholy Swayed by little things Forgetful mortal beings Sacrificed morrow’s bliss To suck today’s kiss When today turns yesterday And morrow turns today A wound as grave as past Is a hunting shadow cast What heals […]