Sonnet X

Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,And soonest our best men with thee doe... Continue Reading →


"For me God is a "Wholly Other" transcendent intelligence, impossible for us to understand. He or she is somehow responsible for our universe and capable of providing, how I have no inkling, an afterlife." Martin Gardner

Flowers and Such

Its been two and a half years since I wrote this, and more than a year since I last felt this way. As far removed as I am from the madness of the cage I lived in, I can still remember the pain, the deception, the shame I felt as I blamed myself for everything,... Continue Reading →

Bombs Over Calais

As darkness falls from Heaven’s Door, Lend your ear my friend once more. Hear the whispers, screams and growls. Hark the sound, a ghostly howl. Above the noise of engines churning, Beneath the hearts of soldiers yearning. The black cloaked vultures far ahead, Come to claim the living dead. Inside the ruins crumbled stone, The... Continue Reading →

Lament For Summer

  Can you still remember those moments when we sat and laughed? Time had not meaning and there was joy simply in our living and in the company we shared. "I'm really excited about this summer." "We're going to have so much fun." "There are so many things for us to do." Ahh the naivety... Continue Reading →


Upon the infinite reaches of this eternal branch perched, gazes slant across the ruins of an ancient age. Permanence of emperors and gods, sweeping across time's forgetful visage, unaware they are of the same who fell before. From antiquity to futures unforeseen, nestled in the dark bosom of a chasm unabridged, hope lies in wait,... Continue Reading →


In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, — no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground, — my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, — all mean egotism vanishes.... Continue Reading →

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