Knowledge is a beacon shining beyond its own immediate boundaries. It sheds a light on the next stage of learning,
Lo behold a fire ball falling in t… From a hard day’s journey for a ni… Will it hit the earth with a resou… Will it shake up the sky and heave… Will it miss the ground and land i…
The Talking Tympani “My head hurts when you Beat me up so much With your constant pounding The next time you use me,
Beyond the veils and high up highe… Where another world sits over the… An empty space with nothing to sho… Or an overflowing busyness of the… A cathedral floating with the spir…
Thoughts presented and promises un… the search for beauty and more aga… visions forming and running throug… captured and admired and fervently… a faithful oath so ingrained in th…
Aura of the north wind’s at home i… dancing and singing with nothing t… her hair disheveled and appearance… just blowing, roaming, and so to n… Her raggedy old field too wild and…
The Extractor You pull tears from reluctant soul… With your domineering rhymes Your sadness, your jubilation Your proud banners, your desperate…
Hot and cold and calm and ire black and gray and blue and pink skies of calico and skies of banal… vulnerable and flexible and pliabl… shifting clouds from ladles swirli…
Surging rivers reaching every crev… alien waters from an exotic island… hot and cold lava splashing agains… fires of love invading my being, slamming against the banks with ir…
In the Dark The Specter of Death Awaits my final breath Wings with wicked pinions Like serpents shooting venoms
Metalic leaves, the voices of the… the soft tapping of percussive me… Nature’s choir nestled inside the… like metalic hymns flowing through… a lullaby of the soft spoken zephy…
Money, once it goes out To places unknown, Sometimes will never come back. It leaves one account And ends up in another.
Stumbling through the darkness I moved with no eyes, no arms, no ears, just a distant memory of objects in deep thought,
Zakazakarak went to back to the tr… Back to the rack at the fat black… Mack and Jack fell through the cr… Woopsy do in the morning night Off to the black pink cloud away
Broken pieces laying on the ground… egos shattered and hope drained ou… shackles squeezing the joyful hear… tomorrows of bleak winters ahead, idleness creeping into the mind