hunger
Hunger is a want. It’s a broader desire than desire. It isn’t the will, which is strength. Neither is it a weakness, for hunger doesn’t know passivity. He who hungers searches.
Hunger, true hunger, not the whim of someone who’s feeling a bit peckish, the hunger that tears out the heart and drains the soul of its substance, is the ladder that leads to love. The great lovers were educated in the school of hunger.
Those people born sated, will never know the permanent anguish, that active waiting, that feverishness, the misery that keeps us awake day and night. Man builds on what he has known in the course of the first months of his life: if he has not felt hungry, he will be one of those strange elect, who refuse to build their lives around a lack.
Mirror
She stares at me,
with eyes that reveal a void
with eyes that speak of pain
the pain of confinement
of being held captive.
A chosen captivity.
Yet that familiarity that holds her
provides a sense of security-
of comfort
though false, very dear to her
should those barriers fall,
should their hinges come loose,
the waves
of freedom,
of vunerability
may sweep
too hard
too fast
too soon
may overwhelm…
and drown her soul.
Yes, she looks at me
and speaks in words I understand
Pressed up against the glass
She looks out
longingly,
with envy,
at the world outside her four familiar walls.
one day she will
break free,
I know it.
With courage
break free.
Then the girl in my mirror
will be no more…
Disease
The feeble, will l extinguish The defenseless, will I impregnate I am resolved To overwhelm My execution, it is forced to reprieve My invasion, it attempts to quell I am resolved To see it’s End It will pass emaciated It will leave me, Landlord. I am resolved to expect this. For I will neither burn when hell arrives nor drown when the high waters engulf I will stand firm resilient against all odds
I will conquer.
