Trust and Tryst
One letter separates.
Trusting another with deepest
Longings, dark hidden places.
Secrets.
Fearful, afraid of the destructive
Forces of lust, love
And longing.
We know the
Consuming doom
Of expressing
Desire.
Tag: Poetry
Thinking of the Butterfly
Crawling slowly stills,
Body encompassed by crust.
Transformation lives.
Aggressive Sunlight
Sunlight rages on,
Oblivious of the drained
Souls of the machine
Fearlessness
I am not afraid
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo
Of the abyss.
This dark, hollow space,
Deep within.
Inside my soul,
Body, staring into murky depths
Hidden from sight,
Walls grown around it,
Status quo
Gazing Westward At Sunset
Just had some fun with this lovely new font I found and this image I adore.
Freedom of the Abyss
I no longer fear the abyss,
Whether the cave of forbidden dreams
Or the anguish of unrequited love.
I gaze upon the emptiness
Inside of which remains the awareness of
Joyous hopes deep within the stillness.
Life unbroken and strong.
Focusing
Perfection: my ghost.
Hard: compassion for myself.
Hope: loving thyself.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 