Grant me but these easy wishes: Simple fare my daily dishes; Safe fare from vice and vanity; Work-joy, love, peace and sanity; A quiet mind and quiet breath And when I die, a quiet death; Thereafter, grant me dissolution, Anonymity and sweet oblivion So I need no telegnostic heaven Nor fear hell but etherized of evil, Be amortized of God and devil. And if these be wishy-washy wishes Or to God and devil diabolical dishes, Nor move Neither to do good but evil, How is God different from the devil? O, Sins that live forever! how sad! If God like Satan is never any good For it would seem, or one may deem, God is Satan in a good mood, Satan is God in a bad.
After shaking off the fault the golden thigh ruptured and I moved into the aneurism of a drop. Realization was the key to enter the curve of a moving circle. The time had come to take off the jacket and
Here I am; a thread of silk. Like a fire bird, I erect up from cities besieged by noise, I stand up from clouds tainted by petroleum and money, from a sky floored by thundering jets and earthy curses, crossing
Judgements of deception plagued my mind, Following an artificial shadow with no hope. Having problems from cognitive growth, Learning was considered a form of witchcraft. No intentions of committing remorseful acts, Yet sinned horribly with clouded viewpoints. Jinxed by the