Nameless

The wrath of un-concentrated fury wells up
to a point where combustion is improbable, where
the abyss of sadness enters a red-zone, seeking tears,
tears
that
would
not flow.
This fiery heart has lost its flare,
breaking the void into nothingness. An uncontrollable act
promised the bursting of truth. A deceivable lie
consumes the mind, seeking happiness from an
angel.
What strength lies there in the soul of an unmasked
sign, what strength but that of forgiveness?
Truth and lies, lies and truth, love and hate, hate and love.
It all turns into a life with no hope, a love with no soul, and
a heart with no beat. This existence is like
a leaf, soaring in the wind.
A pureness of spirit, a whiteness that blinds the world
Is dimmed.
What will become of what was?
What will become of the beings we are?

Wernich Hein "the man" Neglected - 16 years, 5 months, 1 day ago

King

I am king.
This world is mine
to take.
And as I stand on my
creation,
the ecstasy of life flows
through the vessels in my blood,
exploring – feeding –
slowly bursting.

I am king.
I see all and all
sees me.
The sun is my eye,
the weather is my heart,
everywhere.
The epiphany of thought is me,
and it defines me,
my every being.

I am king.

-Wern-
Wernich Hein "the man" Neglected - 16 years, 9 months, 6 days ago

Océano

Cuerpo más puro que un ola,
sal que lava la línea,
y el ave lúcida
volando sin raíces.

- Pablo Neruda
Wernich Hein "the man" Neglected - 16 years, 9 months, 15 days ago