Poetry: The Wick

Poetry: The Wick by Liam Circling the flame Fascinated by its murderous conflagration. It’s energy draws me helplessly to you Hotter deeper closer stronger We encapsulate the idea of intimacy Although we are insignificantly erotic, we are magnificently emotional Still the pull is profound Heat draws heat Why do I burn? Why is the perfume…

Poetry: Sculptured

Poetry: The Sculpture by Liam With life’s chisel in my hand It’s destiny while I carving stand Create each moment, of each day done Chip Chip Chip The sculptured me, forms the way This world with which, life looks upon and finds An artist’s born, let’s adorn the day With whom we create, let’s state…

Poetry: Gnosis

Poetry: Gnosis by Liam Thirsting Seeing Finding Your face next to mine In still waters Where alone your reflection becomes mine With the moon bright I’ll pour your light into my life Refreshing my soul Quenching my need Filling up this seeker Gnosis Beautifully reveals itself in the solitude of nothingness. Share FacebookTwitterLinkedinemailPrint