"it paints my face with pity" |
"Through me the way into the doleful city,Through me the way into eternal grief,Through me the way among a race forsaken.Justice moved my heavenly constructor;Divine Omnipotence created me,And Highest...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Sat, 09 Dec 2006 07:15:00 PST |
obsidian |
I see oceans in her eyes
They seem to rise and f a l l
The stormy blue of silence warns the o...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 04:44:00 PST |
two ragged pieces of cloth |
Two ragged pieces of clothOne frayed at both endsStretched beyond its meansStruggling to stay togetherAs the hand-woven threads breakTwo ragged pieces of clothThe other strangely stainedAnd morphed ou...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 12:49:00 PST |
Few And Far Between |
Just another poem/song. I wrote it on my patio at 2 am during a thunderstorm....
Thunder echoes in the distanceThe voice of God is hereA momentary light of rationalityNow only to be washed clea...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Fri, 12 May 2006 12:21:00 PST |
The Epicurean |
one of my more recent poetic attempts. The title is based on the older meaning of the word, basically: a person who enjoys are the physical pleasures of life. Obviously, the title character enjoys the...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Fri, 12 May 2006 06:21:00 PST |
life in reverie |
...dissonance pLease
It echoes Freely in this brEeze
for all I know, im really just sleepiNg
it must be of some nightmare im dReaming
hold on now
thEse angels must haVe fallEn down
t...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Mon, 08 May 2006 10:26:00 PST |
BABELogue |
"I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood,...
Posted by Padriac My Prince on Wed, 03 May 2006 09:24:00 PST |
