Jake Uilson

By Times gone-by in the past Never was there a notion Not by slightest motion Of which could Forever outlast By whence came someone The First Fool The First Priest Preceded by the First Command. The God in Your Head, Not quite as good as dead, But lingering on and forevermore trapped In the Hearts and Minds of the hopeful and broken, For the very purpose of keeping them that way… By Lightning Bolt or by Heavy Hammer, By Pestilence, or by Purge or by Purgatory, By Reincarnation, Resurrection o...

The Mind is a vast Black Ocean Of Thought and Emotion It runs as deep as the Abyss It spans as far As the Corners of the World. The Spirit is a Nightsky Darker than Darkness itself Casting a Shadow over Consciousness And growing like a seed, it Crosses universal boundaries. Like water, its chokes and drowns, Instills fear of perishing Trapped in Mind and Spirit The Darkness consumes And breaks you, so you may be free.

寒くなる 星々もある 暗黒し

笑いつき 夜の秋空 思いかな

Thine eyes are of dusk and dawn, twilight and daybreak, The very threshold ‘tween realms, they shake. Casting a gaze that places my mind in a maze, Tell me, Sorceress, what spell have you placed ‘pon me? ‘Tis a volting, vibrant and vivacious emotion thine presence invoke, Vexing and vivid vixen you, do verily provoke. Enthralling and enslaving thou Enchantress, Shifting, switching my slipping and sluing sanity, To thine divine image. Finding myself savoring our short and sweet embrace, Someth...