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 […]
Everything / Nothing
I know that I am nothing, but that makes me everything. And since I know that I am everything, that makes me nothing. – Esinz
Meadow of Delusion
The forces of nature reveal only a glimpse of that which is, thereby astonishing the masses with glimpses of insight, which they perceive to be knowledge. Yet, they are only the meandering of a brook, in a meadow of delusion. – Sinz
Fabricated Persona
There are generalized conceptions of people, and then there are, for lack of a better word, factual conceptions. Both generate each other. The mystic, hype, etc., formulates from the facts. But, the kink in the works is that people change. And guitar players, singers and cabaret dancers are known to adapt to get an applause. […]
Precipice of Doubt
The trail of bargain basement logic ends At the precipice of doubt. The weary find rest in havens of mirth. But the intrepid see the truth is masked by misunderstanding. The deeper the well, The colder the water. — Sinz.
The Skinny
A man has a tractor, So he’s a farmer. A woman has a gun, So she’s a hunter. That’s the skinny. Not the truth. – Sinz