There is a thing confusedly formed
Born before heaven and earth
Silent and void.
It stands alone and does not change
Goes round and does not weary
It is capable of being the mother of the earth
But I know not it's name.
Does it exist within a heart of stone?
Did I see it when I saw all things?
Was that when I forgot it all.
With tranquility the small goes
And the great comes
I see the world in a grain of sand
It whispers still.
Children of the profane
Pray for the insane
Sanity is for the cursed
For they know of pain.
I still wonder what it means
Is it bliss I was looking for?
To taste forbidden fruit once more
To open the gates of paradise.
Something awaits
Beyond good and evil
I know not what it is
Perhaps it was the truth I was seeking all along.
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Of Monsters and Men: A Poetry, Short Story and Song Anthology
PoetryOf Monsters and Men is something I've been writing for a good four years, in those four years I suffered from severe depression and strong suicidal thoughts and dealt with it by writing these poems which were deemed very raw and very personal. I th...
