It’s a long way home, when your home is a dream, and there seem to be no colours to the future. The rain falls around you, as the sun passes behind the moon and the clouds shift their shape into birds and trees. All we have in life is love, our soul, and memory. There … Continue reading Another Prologue

You are not raven or butterfly Shrinking at the smell of war Not craven or blind Nor slave to hate There is history in you Pain is not your glory Suffering is not your lesson They belong to the immoral one Rise from hidden places Slay the evil in the streets He is lost before … Continue reading The Smell of War

Who is the Gatekeeper that guards the way, that deflects our questions with uncertain answers? I think I can see the face of the Timekeeper in the window. He is slow or quick, but always visible. A long finger all the way through time. Your time is up. Time to move on. But to where? … Continue reading Gatekeeper, Timekeeper

There was a pall around our city, no dog or person in the streets, just the leftovers from a plague of iron rain. All seekers of peace were gone. Carnivores searched the dark, empty holes, finding only ghosts and memories. No need for an alien enemy. We are the cannibals consuming our flesh, our essence. … Continue reading The Essence of Man

Will we descend and live like animals? Be placid and self-contained, with a will that is a dimming light rather than fire, whose haven is not truth but power, whose lost truth was guided by reason and compassion. Love cannot exist well in captivity, as beauty turns to rubble, and the pungent smoke of lust … Continue reading Wisdom