A Letter on the Contemplation of Eternity, by Seymour
Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves Read on…
Where some crave eternity,
Deathless eternities
Wrapped in blank aha moments,
They confine themselves Read on…
There’s a pestilential storm
Rising up in the ranks of humanity.
Xenophobic men who don’t know how to stand;
Fear and bigotry make them shout out Read on…
Mighty sun are your lessons done?
Puffy clouds are you done speaking?
Blades of grass is there no class
Where I can learn just what I’m feeling? Read on…
He became one with the shallow grave
and the empty heart. The grasping,
claw-picked skull can hear the howls
of a Snowy Owl and the song Read on…
everything is full of gods
knowledge contains a trick
a language encoded in itself
a mooring unto nothing Read on…
Whatever the meal, He likes it well-done.
A char around the fatty edge,
an unmistakable burn into human flesh.
He’ll take fish if he has to—although
He prefers the smoky ash
of a throatslit lamb Read on…
See me shoot up
Deviant stars
To the furthest moon Read on…
Curmudgeon.
Despot.
Lightening Hurler.
Cranky Upstairs Neighbor. Read on…
My Heaven lies here…
Where the silhouette of darkness shelters me..
Where the smiles came to an extinction..
Beckoning angst as my master.. Read on…
Pen and paper, paper and pen
I write my thoughts once again
The atoms infinite combinations
yield man’s brutality, slave plantations Read on…