The Socratic Method..

My God just died And I have tried To breathe life into her but she cannot be moved No deed, no tear, no prayer Can move or lay bare ...

Lady Anhedonia and I went on a quiet walk today.. Quietly the sun set, as did my spirits The gloom and chatter of the city mingled with m...

I'd ask you to hold me tonight for I feel far too numb.. And I'd ask for a slate stretching to heaven. I've never been too fo...

The symbol shall move me more than what it symbolizes Abstractions would move me more than the real.. The essence of things elude...

Weaving magic, my magician and I.. Unraveling our lives-our gods, our lies. We travel light for we are to travel far.. Leaving ...

There's a glass wall separating me from my world and I've been banging my head against it. But it would not break.. A stra...

Who moves this all, if indeed there be a mover? Sensitive-and i see, Voids translating into space, hollowness chiseled to form, ...