The Value of Nothing
Doing time under this nescient mortal eclipseFrom the Cimmerian wanderings of exileThrough the umbral passage of trialUnder the pretender’s crown of vaingloryAll sojourn through this same terrestrial courtUnder this same celestial seatAnd though there be this provisional, shadow dominion under
The Value of Nothing
Doing time under this nescient mortal eclipseFrom the Cimmerian wanderings of exileThrough the umbral passage of trialUnder the pretender’s crown of vaingloryAll sojourn through this same terrestrial courtUnder this same celestial seatAnd though there be this provisional, shadow dominion under
The Road
you are cruising down the middle of a roadit’s common knowledge that from the onset,it has always been a one-way roadand once on it, there is no going back milestones along the way portend thatno one has long driven this
The Road
you are cruising down the middle of a roadit’s common knowledge that from the onset,it has always been a one-way roadand once on it, there is no going back milestones along the way portend thatno one has long driven this
Falling isn’t Flying
a question of relativism what is hate speechwho determines the line that is drawnwhat is hate speech, what is notwhere exactly is that linewho draws it and whyand would that be absolute? can it be hate speech if it’s true?if
Falling isn’t Flying
a question of relativism what is hate speechwho determines the line that is drawnwhat is hate speech, what is notwhere exactly is that linewho draws it and whyand would that be absolute? can it be hate speech if it’s true?if
Psychedelic Tsunami
a glimmer of a far horizon longs for a distant shore through a sanguine conveyor a mélange of senses stir, whirl and whelm peptides wax synapse suffuse flood and confuse the specular heart evokes a telling semblance immersed in a
Psychedelic Tsunami
a glimmer of a far horizon longs for a distant shore through a sanguine conveyor a mélange of senses stir, whirl and whelm peptides wax synapse suffuse flood and confuse the specular heart evokes a telling semblance immersed in a
A Volitive Prey
A coup of convenience benumbs sacrifice straining to press virtue within its vice this convoluted air would vaunt above and invoke a prince of the power thereof meandering through this recreant pace miasma lace its contradictory chase when stealthily stalking,
A Volitive Prey
A coup of convenience benumbs sacrifice straining to press virtue within its vice this convoluted air would vaunt above and invoke a prince of the power thereof meandering through this recreant pace miasma lace its contradictory chase when stealthily stalking,
our dark pages
time spurns the convenientyet an exigency hauntsdefying meso I board metro on a whimwhen I decide to depart,I’m near I start to walk along the mallconsidering the sightswhere monuments tellsurrounding, as if to keep,are the hallswhere time will tell I
our dark pages
time spurns the convenientyet an exigency hauntsdefying meso I board metro on a whimwhen I decide to depart,I’m near I start to walk along the mallconsidering the sightswhere monuments tellsurrounding, as if to keep,are the hallswhere time will tell I
hail in the air apparent
I think therefore I am what I think I am I think everything but the kitchen’s sink I think I am yes I can the only thing I think I’m not is you because I’m a subtler skew to see
hail in the air apparent
I think therefore I am what I think I am I think everything but the kitchen’s sink I think I am yes I can the only thing I think I’m not is you because I’m a subtler skew to see
Words and Numbers
words are absurd they fly away like birds of a feather changing like the weather if word becomes deed you may superceed the self ordained creed that strives to control for the denial of the soul a heart will only
Words and Numbers
words are absurd they fly away like birds of a feather changing like the weather if word becomes deed you may superceed the self ordained creed that strives to control for the denial of the soul a heart will only
the waste is a terrible thing to mind
there is no darker night than the dark of the mind it blinds to the horizon’s light and renders thought confined to tunnel vision implosion and love expediently redefined for the fertile soul’s erosion and the wind blown blight consigned
the waste is a terrible thing to mind
there is no darker night than the dark of the mind it blinds to the horizon’s light and renders thought confined to tunnel vision implosion and love expediently redefined for the fertile soul’s erosion and the wind blown blight consigned
life’s too short
life’s too short so why live at all? let’s lie where we fall slide under the pall lose sight of who’s right and who’s wrong as we slither along s’all good it all floats above on the wings of a
life’s too short
life’s too short so why live at all? let’s lie where we fall slide under the pall lose sight of who’s right and who’s wrong as we slither along s’all good it all floats above on the wings of a
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