Philosophy (Unfinished)

• Tabula Rasa

Running on pages of unwritten words     Spaces

silences that burden,     where memories do not

whiteness that blinds,     matter  and such fears

thousand of dead      of dark intentions, desires

flying forms     working into action, dreams that

in perfection     remind one of old images of the

echoing across the blank sheets     past stay in

of nothingness     the rhythm of the insensate -

• Eidos

Illusions of shadows and 

physical figures - 

haunting memories

of days 

of years

of eons gone by

•  Nostalgia

Nevermore should I

hear the annoying ticking

of time

urging me to conjure

up images

like so

Far from what 

was unstrange,

away from

familiarity - 

can I not come home?