Free Forever
Live on nothing and you will be free forever! – Esinz
Sunsets and Sunrises
Evening sunsets of despair and melancholy should transcend into morning sunrises of hope and courage. – Esinz
As for Aristotle
As for Aristotle, he seems to have been so enamored of the logic of his materialism that he could not look objectively beyond the superficialities of the world around him. – Esinz
Blood on the Snow
To tackle a circumspect job, a person of valor or worth to the community, say an elder statesman sort with a butchered past, dealing in sacred oils and strip mall demolitions, the last little sandwich off the silver plate at the wake eater, a taciturn, maneuvered, polished and kingly man, will, invariably, recurve the manifest […]
The Forbidden
A slice of nirvana, episodic in remorse for the untold emboldened quiz kid lounger, that one hair troglodyte’s cousin, save my soul, that ruminates in the afterglow of dawn’s resindence into the shadowless, unforgiving halo of night. I’ll be the razor’s whisk to the throat, that second of mercy before the fall of Caesar’s quasar […]
Sorcerer’s Ruminations
The mediatic ruminations of a sorcerer do not compel us to bend our will or beg for mercy. Rather, they should embolden our transgressions to permutate toward the eventual translation of evil into harmony. – Esinz
In Exact Measure
In exact measure… I relate the stark horror, the disingenuous revolutionary misleadings of truculent visionaries, that time’s perdition, coiled in venom’s languishing infidelity, derails. In exact measure… I fear the fortunes of a noble cause, that of which I live to conceive as destiny’s fomenting epiphany, the rug pulled out from under jargonistic halo of […]
Sartre’s Ghost
Not alive, nor young, nor both, I shun the light, of Sartre’s ghost. Fate is just an odd repose, that beckons me, to sanguine hopes. The recompense is shallow though, as the pendulum swings back and forth. The seconds pass, with no remorse, and the fall from grace, takes its course. – Sinz But, as […]
Simplicity
The greatest possession is the appreciation of simplicity. – Esinz
Parthenon Soldiers
The halls beckon my bloody feet to enthrone my justifications on rabid Parthenon soldiers, those merciless dissevers of critic slandering nebulights, that troll in whispers mist afoul of cadences and comrades reluctant to derail the Capricorn dogmas that the dredge of reason can not tear from the silt and rock of Empirical demise. I will […]