The Archer’s Whim
It isn’t the dying that kills a man,It’s the living.It is the struggle of indentured servitude,To a master unknown.The hour of discernment,Is not mine to resolve.As I might conjure up my moments,Rail in the hat tricks of justification.The arrow of destiny,Is shot at The Archer’s Whim. – Sinz
Nine Times Out of Ten
Nine times out of ten,A juxtaposition of time’s relevance,The grey area between now and eternity,The sovereign slope of mortality,The earthen comedy of errors,The definition of defiance,Nine times out of ten. – Sinz
Horseshoe Cowboy
It’s alright,To be a bit disheveled,Maybe on the edge of some cement sidewalk,Gonna jump off into the green lawn,Aside from the cruel luxury,Of second guessing,I’ll bid for luck’s fecundity,And I’ll be the Horseshoe Cowboy. – Sinz
Two Pistols
Two pistols.One for Heaven.One for Hell.One fires the shot,That breaks the will.The other fires,The shot to kill.The twisted hand of fate.That surefire trigger-happy moment.The last gasp.Then, face down in the street of some God forsaken town.Two pistols.One for Heaven.One for Hell. – Sinz
End of the End
The beginning of the beginning is the end of the end. – Esinz
Who and How
Maybe how is who and who is how? – Esinz
Where, When, and Who?
Where is when and when is where, but who is who? – Esinz
Creation’s Mask
In the crowd, The soul of time’s departure, Nameless in certainty, A catapult to creation’s mask. – Sinz
Chump Change Introspections
The smarter I think I am, The stupider I appear to be, And the more itinerant my thoughts become, Gasping for the next Gorilla word play, Incoherent of any subtle enhancement, My resolve is to intimidate my audience and my sensory neurons with high dollar substitutes for chump change introspections. – Sinz
Missing You
If Jesus smoked Marlboros,And John Wayne sang the blues,And Elvis lived upstairs, In the spare room.And the color of night, Was just a neon light,Blinking in a smokey saloon.And all dogs went to heaven, and nobody wanted to fight.I’d still be missing you. If oranges were apples,And candy canes hung from popsicle trees.And old pickup trucks,And merry-go-rounds,And […]