by Ash | Nov 5, 2012 | The Prophets
I remember a devil who once hung from a bodhi tree. Skinny, skimpy little bag of bones. He wore his scales and slithered on his belly; his long, slimy forked tongue dripping venom and empty lies. Then one day the devil planted a seed; and in wicked glee he watched it... by Ash | Nov 5, 2012 | The Prophets
What is the purpose of fasting, if impurities are lodged so deep within the heart and soul… That we judge each other by our own standards and whatever flaws we see so clearly in others, are but reflections of our own imperfections? The beast was here all... by Ash | Nov 4, 2012 | The Prophets
Tribal bull… I asked my muse for another tale of how the Bull King fought the mighty lion… Of the legendary brawl between the will and the pride… And how the strong may one day fall. … Pity him, this fallen chief, All his spendour, all his... by Ash | Nov 3, 2012 | The Prophets
Of the 7 deadly sins known to man, I choose to wear the mask of Wrath tonight. I know how this travesty will end before it has even begun. For fairness sake, let’s just pretend I do not know… That you may play the son of Iscariot, lying in wait for the... by Ash | Nov 2, 2012 | The Prophets
I found a scripture written in ancient lore, the words jumped from the page the way a fish catches its prey. Looked at my muse…. I asked in dismay, “Who thinks up stuff like that???!!!” Its like when Freud said, “Everywhere I go I find a poet...
