In the deepest dark
the flame shines at its brightest.
In silence we work.
Sitting on his chair,
watching stars and winter winds,
Old Man waits for death
Do I wait in vain
for the blessed day to come
of eternal now?
Two visionaries
Hiding art inside the clouds.
Rain paints the people.
Rain flows from her eyes
Love descends into the grave
Blooming in moonlight
This sun fails to warm
Shadows cast of earth and moon.
Lava blood bursts fierce.
Rainbow puff shines through.
Useless to organic life.
I’d come back for you.
We didn’t accomplish the revolution.
We couldn’t.
Failed.
Yet we tried. We keep dreaming of it (albeit in silence). And we’ll keep reaching for it as long as there is a young one who knows that not everything can be bought and not everything should be sold. And above all that knows in the balls and ovaries that desire (desire with force and fire) to change the world.
Silent Hecate
Weaving fates unseen and old
Veiled in silent void.
Plans come and plans go
in an endless stream of fate.
Surrender to will.
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