The Clone of Despair
The fortunate one condemns his madness, But ingratiates his sacrificial lamb status, And the brethren of the fox trotter ball, Hail “King” to the sorcerer’s inoculated exuberance. The Pharisee of emboldened conjecture, Seethes reckless dispute, Yet examines the testimony Of vacant eyes, And wears the clone of despair. Justified in his alignment of transgressions. Terrorized […]
Majestic Whims
Soft pallets of sunlit hue,Become my reason,For adept diffusion of myths. The angular motion,Of the clouds in my disturbance,Infuse the catatonic foreclosure, Of my majestic whims. – Sinz
Torque Fork
The torque of a fork is the personification of misinterpretative expectations – Esinz
aVoid
If you can’t beat’em, aVoid’em. – Esinz
Thread of Justice
The rope of salvation, is only the thread of justice. – Sinz
Now, I’m That Other Dude
I don’t sit at the table with the others. I walk on the other side of the road. I live in another town. I’m otherwise preoccupied. Funny how that other life was so intransigent. You know. That other me. Now, I’m that other dude. Other than that, it’s just another day, like all the others.- […]
I Didn’t See You
I saw myself, In the reflection, in the pond, by the woodside, Where we used to go, and sit under the stars. And your kisses were my only thoughts and dreams, and heaven was never very far. But I didn’t see you, only the trees and the sunset, But I knew that you were ever […]
Problem to Any Solution
Just to remain magnanimous toward all creatures of heaven and earth, let me say, without hesitation of affirmation, I have nothing but full faith that mankind will always find a problem to any solution. – Sinz
Carry Moonbeams Home in a Mason Jar
I used to sit around, Staring at my shoes, Nothing to do, And nothing to lose, Now my situation’s changed, And I think I’m gonna blow a fuse, I wish I had yesterday’s blues. I used to eat supper, In my underwear, Smoke short cigars, And nobody cared, Now I’ve got more troubles than I […]
Sparrows Chirping
Sandscript soliliquies. Archaic preambles. Relics of buried riches. The hieroglyphic hovel of a civilization’s somnambulant sanctuary. The foreboding injustice of treacherous longevity, strewn across eons of human despair. I cannot. I will not. I am not. Because I see. Because I know. I am incensed. I am relentless. The pirouette of plagues and famine, The […]