Month: May 2014

  • A rewrite of my first post (can it be almost 14 years later?)

    Prometheus' Soul

    I am in fact so sorrowful
    To say my soul exists
    For I am but an animal
    And chained like this Prometheus

    My spirit's soul so ripe for raping
    May heal but only by a rebirth free
    So, until my Easter, no escaping
    Yet, "death you cannot give me."

    Are you so gifted, future seer?
    Or limited to see just one?
    I believe I can see more, yet fear
    Perhaps, that I see none

    Good questions in this mind I stow
    For one day later I may ask
    In the meantime I pretend to know
    But that's not freedom's task

  • I lost

    Again

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