mass ******, ****** masses
of other inferior classes
the tempest does this to beatific butterflies
locusts do this to the fecund fields
we do it to fair game and fowl
but we evince a primal howl
when it is done to our own
somehow surmising we hold the throne
and are of such lofty creation
we can engage in desecration/decimation
of a trillion voiceless vines
and all else within the confines
of the kingdom of lesser beasts
fodder for our feral feasts
were the “chosen” not fodder for…
Reltiha?

In my underwater home in dreams, I safely kept-
                                      dreams of you, spiral shells and conchs I collected,
                                                      ­              A fish, I'd become,  swim with turtles,

                                                       ­ *In coral reefs I had a million friends.

A vast snowy terrain
Like a snowy white skin
Covering a treasure underneath
A dark shadow lays over it for a time
Then slowly it pulls itself
Out of it's leech-like hold
It had on the glittering white plain
Allowing light to finally peek through it

There is an endless well,
Filled with your strength,
And a love which is pure.
No matter what may seem to be,
You are the only one for me.
Though geysers of fire light the sky,
And the moon crumbles into the sea,
I will love you from my core,
Because, you are light and air to me..
Don't confuse the rambling of my words
With the spirit of my love,
Which no longer roams.
With you my spirit finally found a home.
In your heart it dwells,
Until my heart beats no more.

1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.