Poems from Ylzm
Without father, without mother,I grew up, running wild and free.Mountains I conquered, cities I build;In a strange land, I've now arrived....
I'm partial to lies.
A partial truth is a good lie.
Even when speaking truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, you lie....
Stopped for the night
High on the hill
Gentle is the wind, and
Faraway are the lights.
I transcend to the timeless realms,
Where space is as strange as entanglement,
And one is the same as an infinities of infinities;
And...
Chosen, to be a living canvas,
Blood stained, and tattered,
Painted with earth shaking victories,
And of a people humiliated and shattered...