Live!
We have lived, and we live now, and that is true forever — so live to let your heart embrace eternity.– Esinz and Xistsinz
Tell Me
Tell me what it’s like,To have somebody hold you tight,To wake you up and say goodnight,Make you feel alright.And tell me what it’s like,To have a diamond on your hand,And for your love a matching band,A life together like you planned.And tell me what it’s like,To have somebody kiss your cheek,Hold you closely as you […]
To The Orbitron of Spherical Knowledge:
Juxtaposed Realities,Nomenclature Anomalies,Reciprocated hypotheses,The chance of benevolence, Struck by a sliver of ice,The argument is not about who is rightful in the pleading.It is the testimony of thought.The ability to render conversation, through ambient articulation. – Sinz
Hard/Easy
Live hard,Die easy. – Sinz
Ecce Homo
He was a man,He lived,He died. – Esinz and Sinz
Clean Slate
So f— Shakespeare anyway.And the Hell with Hemingway.Who needs Frost?I think for myself,Because I am an artist.A clean slate.No influences.A genius.I write because I am compelled by God,To enlighten the wretched masses,With my cursive soul.Let all rejoice in my ambiance of proclivity!Ah, to be pure and provocative.My main thing is the book cover.The dazzle may […]
Thunder of Anarchy
It matters not,Of God and man,The rituals of store bought piety,Lounge lizard hypocrisy,The ipso facto conflagrations of bystander logic,The truculent, Sacrificial rumination’s,Of kinetic Socratic inference.If sabres cross And guns of vengeance,Hasten the fall of social equity,Requite shall be the thunder of anarchy. – Sinz
Installment Plan Justice
The top is cluttered with remonstrations,Followed by floaters of installment plan justice,Postulate, integrate, suffocate.Who’s running this zoo? – Sinz
Dying Bullfrog Epiphany
The inanity of vanity is clarified in the slumbering silence of a dying bullfrog. – Esinz
One More Night, No Place to Go
A train,Pulled out,Of the station,A long time ago,The passengers,With names,And souls.Down the track,To the illusion, Of life that we know,One more night,No place to go.I’m just smokin,An jokin,Drinkin an thinkin,Trying to make sense,Of nothin at all,Cause there’s,Lonely people dying,Happy people cryin,We’re all just trying, To get back home. – Sinz