“I do feel beneath my feet the licks of
hell’s fires, lusting not for me, but the
soul’s of Lucifer’s wretched. Unto me
hath God given the holy task of rid-
ding their filth from this land. To my
ears will their tortured cries bring
joy, as the crack of bones and searing
of flesh bring forth the good truth.”
“I am a window made of broken glass” –The Garden I’d like to stay a secret, Like walking in the dark, If no one knows you, no one cares So no one breaks you heart. In half-closed dreams I see myself And I’m standing on my feet But all my time’s spent sitting down I’m always half asleep. This world has nothing left in it It died when I was born. I used to have a purpose But theirs is none to have one for… . nick traina . “Men have called me mad, but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence- whether all that is profound- does not spring from disease of thought- from moods of mind exalted at the expense of general intellect.” - Edgar Allen Poe - kambia poetry quotes writings © 2004 Jill Taylor |
