They Speak to Me.

Dark figures speak to me,In inky words with no cause.Flowing out in garbled spurts,From their bloody grisly jaws. Jaws? No, they're not simply that Bloody chasms, they are dark,Pouring toxins, strange poisons.The soul-killer curses, they bark! Their pricking words haunt me, In paradoxes of fiddly thoughts,They splatter me with filth,The grime of unclear doubts, Their …

Moving Forward.

“Transformation is something I cannot explain – too much analysis might destroy it.”Sophia Loren What remains,When you decide to not care?What remains,When you forget the bygones,And only wish to rediscover you,To make something new? What remains, When you've decided in your head, To just take this leap of faith?What remains,When an innate voice tells youThat …

Back to you.

Thoughts, my eternal alien musings,Travel thirsty, over stellar distances,And find a loop, circling back to you. I’m unaware of what connects us,Maybe strings of that insidious violin,Or those undead, buried feelings. Confounded I wander, a nomadThrough the desert of oblivion.Maybe I’ll live solemn for this era,Or find a new beginning in the blues. - Amittras …

Quintessence.

An equilibrium exists all the same,As we surf upon these moments,Of the fierce war we fight now,Against each-other, but as one. Provoked kingdoms of our bodies,Ravenous swords of our desire,An untamed randomness of skill,As you riposte and I remise. Like the cacophony of sunlight,As it dances inside a dew,Or the raucous frothing waves,As they crash …