Cry Lies on this Wicked Charge

What sits in this place but a lone wandering eye? Is it forlorn from the gold calling pipes that rest with Danny Boy. What sits here but a wilting rose and purple lily and lotus? Do call on the nerves to stand upon this wicked Bosworth and be still with courage and honor. Put yourContinue reading “Cry Lies on this Wicked Charge”

Foul Foul Fear

Foul, Foul Fear Upon this matter of unsightful sigh. I do not fear constraint, I do not fear haste Yet upon this tagged bench bearing the burdens of the burdened and burdeners. Bare haste upon this hour, for Caesar is dead, Buddha is Jesus, Jesus is Shiva, You are God, and I am to. AContinue reading “Foul Foul Fear”