my self : the muse

Month: March, 2012


we are but animals
foundering to be
the moral beings of dreams
God’s perfect elves
lost between desires
pushing bounty past return
here to suffice and stay
till death comes our way
and never has had its day

not found

the human world was never

meant for human habitation
still –

some survive
mad with striving
forever building

unquiet asylum


life is joyous
nothing more than memories
— death, too


silent river
black dead water
washes life