Thirty thousand shields and swords
all glistening in Diana’s sweet light
await the order to destroy
the very breath of life
and just before the Great Apollo
lifts the veil of night
we rise up and deliver
a fatal strike to end the tyranny
we cut like knives on naked skin
We cut them
Darkness is swelling, looming,
casting shadows over me,
as a stone on the shore
is overcome by open sea,
I sit weathering storms;
like the stone – patiently
I am waiting, to brook the
deadly crashing waves,
endure the abrading
of endless tides;
withered and worn,
I still abide.
I am not crazy… I am not crazy… I…
The following is an excerpt from an ongoing project, my magnum opus tentatively titled, The Canon of John. This passage comes from book II, entitled Vitam Mysteram, which is latin for “the mystery of life”.
I hope you find Truth and Wisdom in these words, to guide you on the path to your own enlightenment.
On Death and Immortality
Am I no longer human, that I have seen and now know what it is to be alive and what it is to be dead?
Perhaps immortality is something to be attained, not through spirituality or transubstantiation, or from acts of righteousness, or from bowing in servitude and grokking at the nature of imagined gods and goddesses, but instead from the very knowledge and comprehension of the thing which in and of itself does permeate and echo through the halls of eternity: mortality.
I speak and yet I have no voice; earthly secrets I impart.
To hear me – yours alone, the choice; doors together, stay my heart.
My arch, the root of life and strength, or wind will stir and steal my leaves.
I’ve inspired men to march and sway; yet man forgets what I have seen.
I know time, and time knows me;
but on my own, I know nothing.
What am I?
We build up prisons in our worlds
that rely on walls of stone,
but in our minds the walls are ours
to build and break alone.