Table of Contents
1. Truth
2. Of Roses and Thorns
3. Embrace of the Divine
4. A Murder of Regrets
5. Heartburn
6. Rising Storm
7. Collateral Damage
8. The In-Between
9. Hunting the Hydra
10. Homo Sapiens
11. Still Air
12. The Edge of Infinity
13. Minced Meat, Serves One
14. Compulsion
15. Voyage
16. Freiheit
17. Blossoming
18. Wrongthink
19. Soulmates
20. Tomorrow
21. Defy the LightTruth
Truth is a fickle thing
Whether it be the ramblings of Gods and Monsters or the sayings of Leaders and Prophets
Whether it be the knowledge of Scientists and Experts or the musings of Philosophers and Artists
Truth is but a drop of water moving along the flow of the current, never stopping and ever changing
Truth is a lens from which we shape the world we see, Truth is a language that enables us to speak to those who think alike
In the end, Truth is but a tease,
Truth is the outcome of which we perceive.
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Of Roses and Thorns
This is not a plea for love or another happy ending,
this is forlorn and not another empty lie
This is about lacking worth and hearts not mending,
this is about how roses have thorns and violets die
This is about how the air constricts forming flaming tears,
festering from within as a growth of unspeakable terrors
This is about feeling sick as if the end nears,
choked by our own sins and untold horrors
This is about how fire dances on the throat with a flood difficult to resist,
about feeling crippling nausea with a shower of dread
This is about how hope feels so remote as the eyes start to mist,
about feeling devoid of pleasure and being driven mad
This is about how it may look like I’m smiling,
but really inside I’m dying.
Embrace of the Divine
Struggling, staggered breaths and screaming machines,
relatives weeping and doctors praying
Sterile monochrome and smell of scents too perfect wafting from the sanitisers,
the presence of death smelt, heard and seen
Slowly the laboured gasps for air start to slow,
chest clenching as lines on screens sweep low
Eyes turning back leaving a milky white residue,
as fingers uncurl and limbs fail, the results of aged sinew
As the computers shriek and lines go flat,
elevated above the former vessel
Looking oh so meek with the life it now lacks,
travelling away to God or Devil
Crawling through a tunnel of empty void,
Pushing forward towards the light
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Homo Sapiens Cogitatio - Poetry Collection (01)
PoetryHomo Sapiens Cogitatio is a short chapbook consisting of 21 poems reflecting on the human condition and the world around us. I sincerely hope you enjoy, and maybe even learn a thing or two.