That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10