Don’t give up – don’t give in.
Eyes discover you bloated- vomiting up your own sin.
Brain chess- pawn after pawn is taken unjustly,
Black equality doesn’t matter – cognition will conquer what it desires lustily.
Ivory conquests – impure from the acidic bile.
Caffeine alert – simulate all senses – the target is common -the biggest bargain ransom.
Flogging a dead horse to a blind, muted soul – cognitive dissonance –
child sings ‘Out comes the sunshine’ in the disguise of a bloomed blossom.
Wasted mother .
Travesty lurks spoof like
We know it is there
Feet kicking, hiding behind the sofa, giggling childlike thinks it’s invisible.
Unchain my heart. Hostel bed sores – shine a light on our plight – save us from This saw hand, marked fallible.
Man-made – pharmaceutical drug lords inject a lethal dose of synthetic Gamma wave stationary by product.
Profiteering – collateral damage – no name – no existence mere condensation trickling down a viaduct.
Fight for your life- for your consciousness .
Throwdown the tools of self-destruction
only ashes to see here
Phoenix bird eloped with the Dodo bird in Act two.
Aristophanes’s – Greek tragicomedy – bawdiness.
One character stumbles along a plot that emerged in the opening scene of the frenzied laughter (offstage)
Tame that harlot shrew.
Glasses askew – brightness dulled by 1960 tranquilised blue smurf salesmen.
What do we know of consequences?
When we seemingly have found an answer to a long-held problem of delirium tremor flashbacks from war apocalypse rehabilitation stint-
Hurry or we will need another corporate shaman.
Worry not – reverse psychology.
Worry a lot – trust in the depth of raising questions in philosophy.
I write with no answers,
intelligible at times.
Wondering how to get back to a well-educated mind
who knew how to rationalize.
There goes a notorious caricature of her former self – ignoring traffic lights and all her accumulated speeding fines.
Fear of bats
Watch the finest disappearing act,
It don’t matter how many selfies you take.
What matters is if you can accept your own mirror reflection.
No time to flinch.
No time to hesitate.
Free to stride across abundant valleys conjured by a sweeping imagination.
God, when she weeps!
I collect her tears.
Thankful for the martyr,
My patron muse.
Crystallized an abundant array of gifts .
Perhaps it is a silhouette…
Perhaps it is a rainbow’s smile illuminating intrinsic hues…
These words could reveal Science’s stuttering staccato voicing his love for nature.
For all her might
For all her brute
Which one is Beauty?
Which is Art?
What if you believed the sky is indeed blue?