We students, are the future and as nurturing features all must respect, and obey Nature, as our muse and teacher however, we must willingly
“Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses” 2014 midterm nightmares gleaning middle states bleed, from neo-conn… brown shirted, bragging haters lea…
The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…
My question, draws upon my emptine… withdrawn into an endless void in… this presence’s gist, a thoughtles… the future is obscure, and lost to… eternity stalled, what does one mi…
frowns and fakes, smiling snakes; heartless reprisals, mindless denials; thoughtless anguish,
Stress and tensions, filling each soul’s downward slide… caution shaken, meanness fueling mindsets churned; subconscious,
Time’s mysteries await no one’s expectations, and or life; Moments left... in what once was paradise
What is sweeter than chocolate, and hungers as much for your touch… as you hunger for its taste; what has such sweetness, that it makes all of you glow;
Poetic writes speak volumes too, this profound nature of humanity; expression’s glyph or determinatio… each soothing rhyme or base profan… provoke of consciousness that drif…
I guess, more or less that within a single deck of cards… fifty-four standing alone and different, sets of circumstances one for each week of each year
Interesting it is, what gets print… in the fine print on the other side of a Business card especially on those cards that you considered flippant and flippe…
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…
My life, bleeds into the well of this pen; its point to skin, life’s caustic sin; at loss, this connection,
I asked the desert to carry me from this place of the Qubbanet El-Qirud’ inferti… suddenly, that whisper of wind took my hand, and walked
Humiliation’s voice is dead, its ashes burn one’s intimation; somberness of minds forbade, elemental act of will’s emasculati… society’s face hewn plain,
