Poetical Psyche

Aural pleasures span the darkest caverns, Unearthing scenes dispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered in m...

It was a dynamic inquisition, Without a single word misspoken, It was a dynamic synchronization, Where not a word went unspoken, ...

Away from the wrested stone A jewel etches its image upon Juxtaposition Where it was and what it never could Be, to fathom’s le...

There is no such thing as time. Never-ending.   Never-beginning. Always There.   Ever and Ever more. What is now, i...

Eyes awaken, Right first, then left, Stardust clinging to the lashes, Refusing to concede That wondrous moment wa...