Anarchical Wave
Somnabulant sea, where do you flow? Has the antithetic halo of emulated heroes gone down in the storm of illusion? Where are the sailors that resigned to the flag? Their honor forsaken to th edeep. The ships of destiny, washed ashore in beauty’s anarchical wave. The battlefield only a parlor game to aristocrates, red with […]
(Insouciant) Honor of a Thief
The assorted cherry picker’s inculcating remorse, triggery by fear and homemade remedies, the insouciant lateral time-bomb witnesses, a coagulated misshapen vase, the broken carousel of life, the honor of a thief. – Sinz The insouciant honor of a thief is but the inculcated remorse of a damsel in distress on the broken carousel of coagulated […]
Go forward amongs the tigers and wolves, and fear not, you are not of flesh to form. You are not of bone to be broken. You are the sun, the wind, and the run, you area child born of millenniums, a manifestation of all struggles adn conquests. It is your kindness within, that bring the […]
Duality of Concurrency, Duality of Duality
The duality of concurrency is the endowment of belief. – Sinz The duality of duality is the duality of duality. To perceive God is to perceive Satan. To perceive Satan is to perceive God. – Esinz
Wrap Up the Leftovers
I am instant. I believe simultaneously in trajectory equinization and lower Broadway foo farm hypnosis. Wrap up the leftovers. – Sinz
Leftovers
Leftovers are tasty – especially when they have a little mold on them. – Esinz Would Confucius have ever said that? – Esinz
Time’s Reluctant Curators
Near the Enclaves of Saphron, erudite metricularies abrogate solemn vows of conscious attrition . The Sophocratic bullwhip of time’s reluctant curators is a staunch resonator, in the context of insouciant philosophical philandering……it is the rain on fallen leaves.- Sinz
Beginning of Wisdom
Does the imbroglio of a destiny confused by self doubt result in the nullification of a sophorectic disposition. No, it is the beginning of wisdom. Esinz
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 […]
Sublime Recompense
But, as the fall from grace takes its course, so does the opportunity for sublime recompense actuate in the tortured souls of heroes struggling to reach the realms of hope and justice. – Esinz