This blog was born from the chaos of mind, of which I am constantly in.
Poetry:
The language of one’s soul:
When the essence of words
Resonate
At the same frequency of Gold,
When Guilt is that sliver of moonlight
that impales your brain so that sleep is impossible to attain;
When Nostalgia is that obsidian stilletto
that slides through your heart and rests itself in your soul,
slowly immobilizing you with it's venom.
When alliteration and alusion,
Coincide with the notes sounded by the heart.
What you will encounter, dear reader, is but a taste of the complexity and maddness that is my being...
Nothing is ever truly simple, as we are created in the image of God
As God is complex, we are relatively so,
What you will encounter, dear reader, is my simple attempt to reveal it
Some say Poetry reflects one's soul,
Music, to the same effect.
I will post both
The poetry is mine, the songs are not...
The artists song's are theirs, as my poetry is mine
