To what depth, can one reach in search for their soul; through what trials, will they struggle
Casual is the wordy theory a query into theory really? Casual Paradox; or is this Casual… Do most physicists practice on thi… paradox; or is this practice reall…
One life’s proof, that it exists, basks purely in the thoughts; that breath, and love, and happine… evolve from the realizations, that an individual truly, and comp…
Upon one’s mind, these thoughts pe… though time runs on, reality’s mis… thoughts rude and breme, at this i… development of such, life’s resist… grim times, equate to cruelty’s tw…
in the pit, of my abide; someone breaks wind, burning odour takes over; who cares.
Some petty people wear masks of beautiful skin then, the truth reveals
crossroads unknown, either barren or overgrown; back through consiousness, if confusion only knew; things which conquer hearts,
Justify my shoutin’ out realize what this is all about an instantly wrote or simple plea… of humanity! For all of your sakes… not Sake, or Pinch, or pure Mague…
Thinking’s challenge is to weigh, all of one’s life substance; quandary thus, illogical fuss, which blinds the mind’s acutance; adscititiously into thoughts bleed…
Subtlety’s speaking, cradles inten… claver’s murmurings, missives’ def… honesty addled, stillness rejects sensitive Confiteor so kind; brutally, irksome squabbling pract…
One’s conscious, proves unconsciou… therefore, its rest is sleep beyon… days past, soothes time’s exhausti… before the wind’s churn, stiffens… numbered, noted, nothing’s odd nau…
Sunsets glow here in Al-Iraq, it casts an orange beige; fiery though its blister stare, the horizon is still a dusty greig… visual spectres shun its light,
More than fair is just; more than just is righteous; more than righteous is spiritual; more than spiritual is home! Michael Darrell Walker
Simpletons united; citizens’ infig… the righteous among US dying; oft… Simplicities mob, the Bourse as b… upon this societies in-servitude m… Supposition’s Asp’, asked
in the dream I am kind, of dreaming; masks worn in reality, break like crystal wine glasses; I am no more, than I know I am,
