Nada Blog

This is the beat - you move through the world like it is yours - you are an electron zombie, a pedestrian hit and run on the information superhighway you continue on as if nothing has happened but you are dead to the world and she is dead to you as you mar her, scar her, bleed her dry, a living evisceration, gorging on her flesh and vomiting poison Of your kind no one sees you and you see no one - all for one and one for none. but there are those that can see and feel all that you do witnesses to your ravenous soullust consuming everything around you giving nothing back - her spiritlings that sound warning you choose not to notice you bleed Novocaine oblivious as your fantasies embalm you, mummified by the Ether lobotomizing reality the remnants of you believing your being is existence - the axiom being virtual suicide mutually assured eradication of life and living and all things beautiful but what is that to the necroambulent- nothing but a feast the decay is of no consequence for you feed on the essence the soul is what matters the hum of the lifeforce it is more than you can stand you must kill the voice - it tells of your misery your disease your void... but the silence is sickening because now... now it's inside. It chews slowly at you from within savoring the repast of revenge sweet and succulent yet bitter still - consuming slowly no need to kill knowing that the end is just the beginning reborn as something more forgiving - the pain is gone, your roots run deep - the forest of you is finally free.

Lilacs and Roses

The lilacs were there to cover the scent
of an affair without innocence
the sweet frailty of the forsaken -
of love lost, gone not taken
the unspoken brevity brought to the fore
by the close of the hour-long door,
locked out not in always external
refusing abode to the rose eternal.

My Bliss

Wood and earth and sun and water
Fresh and clean and pure
My love by my side,
the children's laughter
ringing through the great hall
Meals at the long table,
Stories by the hearth
Friends and family gathered always
our hands never idle
we work with the sweet green
and musty brown and russet orange
giving as we receive
relishing the bounty,
sharing with Her
In all that she has taught us
Exulting in our place as her children

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