It is a grim gloom garrison flower It is a gory gauge of flesh and fume It is a spell of sorrow and sordid seams It is a sacred seam of silent spectacles It is a broken bliss of binary beagles It is a nascent nose for numismatics It is burning all the olives from […]
It is raining from the day of tillings It is raining till the tale of trochoids It is raining from the orifice of oceans It is raining for the orchids of occults It is raining from the fathom of foci It is raining from the rivet of racoons It is raining from the rupture of […]
Ashes ask themselves As they leave the land of their choice How old is the earth How old are the stars How old is the blood Ashes travel north Ashes and termites They see each other in prisms They seek each other in prisms Ashes are fading Ashes are faded Ashes resemble grey Ashes resonate […]
Oh, big bard, Why do you circle around the word? Oh, wordsmith, why do you circle around the word? Oh, verse viking, why do you circle around the word? Is there a grave gruesome gravity in your lenses and gazes? Oh gargantuan gaze, why do gravitate towards miseries, mazes and misfits? Is it propelled by […]
I happen to descent this dawn I happen to desert this dawn I happen to disdain this dawn Dawn of life, lights, lust, larks and lavae I know, ounce by ounce, own by own It’s rooted, riveted, raked all in real veil They norm it is virtual reality It’s layers, leeching layers above reality It’s […]
Numbers are nimble Numbers are numb Numbers are emblems Numbers are navigators Numbers are naked nihilists Numbers are numerous Numbers are naysayers Numbers need nature Numbers need gravity Numbers travel to grave Numbers nod to nodules Numbers are etched Numbers are wicked Numbers are on my fingers Numbers are on my nerves Numbers are on […]
Time for a riddle Time is a rodent Ardent arrows Are curses Are they curses Are they cured Are they convergent I am born a burned sun I am born a blistering bone There is a shift of shafts There is prison of prisms An iron iris irradient An ark of arrows Awaiting our augur […]
Infinite miseries and finite redemptions, they unfold through poles and zero of my cognitive cartograph.