The Paradox,

Chained onto the mystery
Unravelling its links
For the dead end road
While foundation sinks

Who told my heart to

Small, iridescent wings
beat their incessant rhythm
as they carry their wee burden
past the variegated colors
of the forest

Yesterday's Tomorrows:
-

The past holds
many hollow tomorrows,
deplete of everything ever put off.

The future
is full of empty

Funny Thing

Life is quite the funny thing
It intertwines like yarn and string
Ties us up in knots and bows
Quivers in enlightened

Down a Hole.

Forked-tongued demon lurking in the id of my heart, do not tempt me.
Do not rage cultivating proof of both creation