WAITING FOR MY NIGHT

In woods I seek,
In woods I seek the meadow.
Prison is the trees as I am waiting for my night.

The night is long and dreary,
     I am tired, weak, and weary.
I seek no company from the worldly dreary
     As I embrace the stars.

(2)
I seek my own silence,
I seek a world of eternal midnight.

The midnight hour approaches,
     One resists to dine upon the roaches.
As one thinks of nothing by hunger,
     As one waits for the gallows tree.

(2)
The midnight hour approaches,
The midnight hour draws near.

In woods I seek,
In woods I seek the meadow.
Prison is the trees as I am waiting for my night.

MY INNER CAVE

I live in my personal cave,
Beyond where the light may choose to shine.
Formality fragments of the divine.
The divinity of nothingness chooses to shine,
    And make a home for me instead.

In the cave one may choose to eat spiders,
Or their larval eggs.
Be sure to consume it all,
Leave nothing, not even the dregs.

Consume the toxin, consume the fire
Of the burning flesh in its entire.

I see shapes in the cave, hallucinatory light.
Beyond the darkness, I see the green,'
Of ancient ruins beyond our time.
Where I may go I shall not need a dime.
Beyond the ruins of the green.

One fetishes are left to one,
Who merely thinks their thought inside,
The inner most cave of thoughts
From one out of their mind.

DAY AND NIGHT FOREST

The meadow filled with the flowers
Rain down gentle drops, slight showers.
O the forests by the Greenland prairie,
Are darkened by the cloudy showers.

There are no voices in the petrified trees,
As the rain showers gently down.
How they flow swiftly in the breeze.
The life of the hardwood trees.

Creatures of the midnight forest,
Wait for the night to come out to play.
Waiting, waiting, they long for the moon,
Hoping it shall be full another night into
     An extended midnight day.