Worms on my lips

Worms on my lips

When I’ll cease to be,And the worms will throw a feastOn these lips that you loved so,Know that they will sayCould they say anything at all:“In his last moment,He sighed your name.” Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a prompt based on this poem...
Origin of the World

Origin of the World

As I climb your mountains,Stand on top of your peak,I gaze far awayAnd see your valleyOf thousand mysteries —The fertile crescentFor which men wage wars,And die miserable deathsOf forgotten despairYour majestic canyonWould be the muse for artists,Or sometimes a...
Rise

Rise

Just riseFrom the abyssOf possibilities infinite;Where countless worldsWere sacrificedIn the Red SeaOf divine hemorrhage:Blood offerings to Selene.And feel… Just feelBygone ashes that makeYour body and mind;Every butterfly wingsOr a simple blade of grassRemnants of...