Together Apart
I’m good at taking things apart.Putting them back together is not my forte, though. – Sinz Why would you want to put them back together? – Resistenz Anger mostly.And a bit of juris prudence.Latent convictions of moral antipathy.Long infused data hypotheses.Recanted axioms of neuroticism. – Sinz
Have Mercy
I bought a loaf of bread,And cut it into eight,A slice upon my plate,And seven still to wait,I did not hesitate,To contemplate my fate,A rich man is my state,For hunger I did abate,Once again the Gods have spake,Have mercy on this wretched rake,For he is troubled make no mistake,But mortal time will close the gate,And […]
If I Was….
If I was an acorn,Fallen from a tree,I wish that I’d live long enough, To be what I should be.And if I was a turnip,Growing in the ground,I’d wish that I,Could see the sky,And get where I am bound.And if I was in heaven,On this old world looking round,I’d wish for everyone,To lay their burdens down. […]
Nothing & Everything
I care. Very little. I share.Nothing.I speak.Vaguely.I have.Everything.I want.More. – Sinz
On the Outs
A lot of my friendsAre on the outs,With dialog,With certain doubts.A round of space,Is unresolved,No trace,Of sanctuary’s,Tangled face. – Sinz
Apples and Oranges
There’s a thief in my orchard.He wants to steal all the apples. It’s an orange orchard. – Sinz
Vinegar, Piss & The Philosopher’s Pen
The philosopher’s pen,Has no ink.No pencil-thin scribblings,Of mighty tremblings,No sordid grasp of right or wrong,No closing thoughts,By Genghis Kahn.No instructions are here to miss,The reader has but to enlist,An inquisitive mind,And answer this;“Should I think and use reason?Or just be full of vinegar and piss?” – Sinz
God Meetup
God?Do you remember me?I’m the guy you helped out, Pulled me through,When times were a struggle.Well, I’m grateful.Perhaps we’ll meet up,And I will look you in the eye,And I will know your truth.And we will smile,And know our justice.And times be gone,But ne’er forgotten,In the trees that whisper,In the dusk,By the lake,Of all our sorrows. – […]
Sad Clown
Time moves on,And settles down into a river,Somewhere,Nere to be found,And languishes in the dark mask,Of ambiguity,The portent of power, The rip tide of ambivalence,The dresser drawer that squeaks,The sad clown,Always gets the last laugh. – Sinz
Remission and Volition
The portal of remission,Undaunted by stature, Reclamated,Pursuant,The breath of man’s volition,Pre disposed,Insolent apnea. – Sinz