Absolute Faith
From the little known and buried in ancient antiquity philosopher Sinz (my brother): “One thing that is absolute is faith. And having said this, faith does not mean entitlement. It is humility. I can easily give in to self doubt (lack of faith). Faith is not arrogance. Faith is not power. Faith is refractive introspection. […]
Unimagine the Future
Vacuous conscious reality, the source of denied exportation of my credulous concepts of mortality, continues to exact a measure of sustained triviality from my always skating rink dilemma, para flight jumpstart rapport with that undertow current, that push-pull riptide sasquatch that reasons to, at best, vague insight logic. So far from the truth is my […]
Lost Shoehorn
Nathan Bridlehorn, the begetter of synonymic prayers for animated rock crayon drawings, lost footing on a narrow canyon cliff, and falling screamed “I’ll find that shoehorn”. Splat! Seems life is all about something, until it’s done. And then it’s just about a lost shoehorn. – Sinz
Obtuse Circumference
If I could figure time spent versus time saved I would travail in an obtuse circumference relative to nosh grass clippings raked in the fall’s breakout bleakness. To gather the news in a system of errors, prevailing may be concluded as fortunate liberty. I will save this timely periodical of portends, and revisit my acrimony […]
Precipice
To be the precipice, that jumping off point in a communication of dilemma and hope, as if constructed by thin wire coiled to a magnet, energy that transposes thought or invention, instant reason, doubtless, is the intent of my being. Peripheral anecdotal quotes, gestures forthright to amuse or construe validation of proposed quandaries are of […]
Seeker
Lavished in the wealth of nations, the seeker finds no solace. The rinds of forgotten fruit decay and become the soil of the downtrodden, for the sake of redemption. I’m not the book of time. I tick though. And each second whisks away the eyes of prosperity’s weak hinge on the gilded door that closes […]
Ephemeral Transision
I am the traveler’s footsteps only. The alchemist’s mystic hue. A purveyance seen in the window of ephemeral transition. – Sinz
The Blood of Reason
Sideways I find myself, relinquished of that duty only, the paramount injustice, taken in time’s immortality. I have no being, or has been. A frothy mark to bear that is, to share a moment’s sun glow on the tempest. Now I recall the earnest of my mistake. The road that twines in heaven’s shadow unfolds […]
Wrestle the Thoughts
Wrestle the thoughts at the ages’ sea, tide weary among soldiers’ warfare struggles, the limp beggars swoon in the heat of relentless pleasure in acrimony. Sought after, the Trildian Summer wreaks havoc on blood folk. But The Unknown feels all forever in the vast. The Emperor Of Shiloh is masked in sown cloths too. Ask […]
The Art of Staying Unbusy
Is it my intention to claw my way through the erratic gel of atmosperic confusion that is, was, or might be. To bend the moments to my derisional scope of non equitable conclusions, wrestling the sea monsters of Odysseus’s peril. Who thought this mayhem? Not the starlet winging high, the possum’s tail wrapped to the […]