Beyond all sight
Blind to the world
Yet always there
That which has not
By its own nature
Can only take
That which gives
Of its own nature
Is the jewel of creation
Brilliance pours forth
Covering the vast nothingness
Spreading eternally
Until something grabs hold
That tiny, fragile seed
It struggles
Then something arises
The seed takes root
It embraces the darkness
Then it comes forth
And reaches up
Toward the gem
The seed may live
Or it may die
It does not matter
The only reason it came
Was because
Of the seat of life
That which gives
By its own nature
That is its beauty
It gives not because we ask
But because it is intrinsic
And it cannot help but give
What brings life
Can also bring death
Such is creation
Only in our minds
Is the world so black and white
In truth it is neither
Both colorless
And all colors
Both life and death
The hidden truth lies further
It wakes within
Beauty shrouds knowledge
Truth transcends our walls
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Compendium of My Poetry
PoetryI'm still working on my Magnum Opus, a supernatural novel, but for the time being I thought I'd publish some poems that I have lying around. These are some poems that I started working on recently and I tried my best to use deep imagery and have mea...
