

Beyond Head or HandShall I stand confounded and immobile, stuck in this single place in time and in space. Or could I see the paths, good and bad, and take heed to then choose to walk the right in accord with my own needs. What then would I see as bad, to do wrong by another, to act on selfish impulses and in turn, to make them sad. How now do I choose a path to be taken, should I think of self or of conscience, when the good for me is by another forsaken. Rather than picking of good, right or proper I will choose what it best, fairest, and most strongly, pertaining to my request. Thus I am brought to a difficult end, where now I must seek who best to offend. &Beyond Head or Hand


Black MothYou creep in shadowed corners Whisper loud that I may hear You flitter and flutter and tease me But flee when I draw nearBlack Moth
You invoke in me an anger And in this you persist You try and try and test me To your end I must insist
To murder you have forced me A grim and gruesome task You cry out with a deep breath As I leave you to your last
You feel not one small thing in this Neither sadness nor regret You die in your contentment for I sleep not, as I am subject to your jest
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