In the fire of man’s destruction.
We boarded that eerie ship so long ago, in search of everything we’d never known; but somehow knew we could find.
Where want becomes wish; Intermingling the same, Good and Evil, In this… Hell’s dish.
Poetry of the spirit
The Sun, now risen from an American West, Free from label, Avido; or badge upon chest. Codex, broken, Lot’s heart attack taken wife turned “SALT” and left death. Eternal sleep now realized and from purgatory, I’m free! Hidden behind the sting of a mortal man’s greed. This first and last lesson continually exists, 400 years
A Story of 3 Brothers
Portals to my soul stare back, now centered and aligned standing synonymous with time; we stand together, alone, when all our own stars align. Never to loose peace now gained from this simple, singular moment; of unmeasured time. Into the mirror reflecting strands of an incomplete mind, filtered in colors of looping confusion, a portal