A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veild the pole;
In the morning glad I see;
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

William Blake

Dust and Shadow

《Pulvis et umbra sumus》

“We are but dust and shadow”

Through the highs and lows

Trying to set your world aglow

Little do you know, nothing ever really changes

It’s all the same, as a time long ago

An always recurring cycle

Of trial and error, sucess and failure

Still you keep trying, defeat you won’t accept

Your aim, reach the pinnacle

Happening over and again

As you go about life, each and every day.

C’est la vie you say

But in the end, we are but dust and shadow…



Through Me

Sing in me, Muse,
and through me tell the story…


Sing in me, let your song resonate

Sing in me, let every note sound

Sing in me, let the words be formed

Sing in me, let the melody take shape

Through me, tell the story, tell your story

Through me, find a voice, find your voice

Through me, shed the veil you hide behind

Through me, let others see what I see

Through me, we’ll tell the story

And tell it we shall over and again, for all time


Grain of Sand

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

To see things greater, the smaller you must appreciate

Nothing grandiose starts, the miniscule it begins

Every atom and molecule, each playing a part

Small pieces making up the greater whole

A force, mighty, many acting as one

Take a closer look, and something incredible you just might find

We look to the skies for an answer, when it already lies within, hidden

Waiting for those who search closely

Mind Cage

The tranquility is no more.

All the focus has been lost.

The paths all now clouded.

Is this the eventual cost?

Tried I have, but to no avail.

Was I supposed to give it all, should I have surrendered more than the most?

My mind, once my greatest sanctuary.

Is now a prison a prison I am trapped.

Held victim by my thoughts,

My mind, my Mind Cage.