Author Archives: Ian Williams
Four Haiku That Are Red, White, and Blue
Red fiery explosivesin the East, by the blue drinkingwater – white ash fall A soldier, a white boy, Isbleeding red.His eyes were blue. Through the white lines,red stripes like prison bars,you may see the blues. White lies,told by red powers, that bewindily by those in blue
3:00 AM
Once in the dark was I lain,alone,desolate,In dense forestry of darkness,I hoped,prayed,For the light of a phototropic,salvation,love,Of Venusian light that appeared,shimmered,became,Myself to see clearly that in,darkness,light,Is mostly clearly seen.
Aphorism On The Will To Live
When one has neither the will to live, or to die; life is a mortal limbo, and psychic portent to the immortal limbo.
Aphorism On Insomnia
Life is analogous to the suffrage of the insomniac. Just as one lays all night, we lay our whole lives, in delusion, and yearning for rest, from the experience of the day.
Haiku On History
Blood, theink that historyis, written in.
Taoist Hymn
Let the five things be,United, pure and virtuous,The way of,Clear-skied, sunny and nurturing,The weather of,Safe-travelling, flat-landed and bereft of beasts,The terrain of,Of One’s self, without One’s self and prosperous,The leadership of,Common, special and singular,The discipline of,The perfectOne.
Tantrik Nihilist – Ain Soph Aur
While this blog is primarily going to be for my poetry/writing, I am a musician of course and will be sharing updates with that part of my life as well… This an old demo I had mastered recently. It’s titled after the Kabbalistic concept of Ain Soph Aur, which basically (in short) describes a certainContinue reading “Tantrik Nihilist – Ain Soph Aur”
Feature In Edge Of Humanity Magazine
I’m pleased to announce that the wonderful Edge Of Humanity Magazine featured one of my poems! I wrote the poem (Sister) one night thinking about my sister that passed when I was seven, and she twelve. Go check out Edge Of Humanity here on WordPress, or their website. There’s a link to my feature hereContinue reading “Feature In Edge Of Humanity Magazine”
The Recognition
I know now that a young person is but a grown child,That hatred is but an invention of love’s ultimate fear,Though I know enough to know naught is ever known,I still must attempt to say that which words cannot be said,Here I wish to expunge all syllables spoke of the lesser,To consolidate every vexation ofContinue reading “The Recognition”
Poetry Of Tantrik Nihilist 