Poem : Interrogation of an Irrational Intelligence

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 […]

Poem : A Curse or a Cure

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 […]