[Abasio]

Horizons

Stepped out of infinity,
plus one more beautiful step in finite self.
The liquid shade of a pulse,
too whole to mix with my limited self.
Out of something comes,
the void of nothingness inside its heart.
A borrowed skin upon me,
I am 30 times the speed of night.
A nomad to the karmic light,
I find the empty house at the end of my mind.



untitled chances

Chances missed on a warm summer evening,
calls gone unanswered in the night,
sitting waiting on nothing,
still we are all alone.

Chances never come again,
try and try as we might,
we can never change what has already passed,
and at the end of times we are alone.

To change our fates we must wait,
interminably wait for what may never come,
but hope eternal drives us on,
to try and not be so alone.



The Green Room

Green grass, green walls,
brown skies, brown borders,
sit a while and take it in,
surrounded by hope, melancholy.
Try to see what is beyond,
hide what lies beneath
pain comes to all men
and all men dream.
What can it be if not I,
angels won't worship me.
As we lie in fields of green,
green grass, green walls,
all melt under scrutiny.
There is nothing there,
but what we hide inside,
crawling up like a spider.
Brown skies, brown borders,
swallow inside what we never were.
What we never are