Poems from Erysian
What is it that we know?
Where is it that we go?
We see only the narrowness,
The tunnel of our vision,
That gives birth to strangeness,
And...
There is danger in a smile.
It holds power to hide sorrow
in order to enchant, beguile.
It holds the heat in our marrow,
forging a naked...
We watch a sliver of our humanity trickle away,
every hour of every day.
Its gone in a flash, an instant
from the moment we grow beyond...
There are things in my nightmaresThat come out to dance and playThings that I rather wishWere very far away. But that is the nature of...
Around me course Greek heroes
Spartan and Athenian, limber-limbed and fulsome
They war and think with God-like grace
While I fumble darkly...