With a crown of mountaintops, And a covering of pines to hold tight The Mountain Man has taken ill, And […]
People and their Noise.
The People, And their noise Have vocalized, A Disregard, For The quiet And their voice.
She lived in History.
Footsteps sore on the cobblestone hills, The people captured here in stills, Embedded in empire and peasant clocks Encrusted in […]
The Sharpened Wheel.
Cunning that runs on, Into the eye Fights for the position, Of truth or Even perhaps more, Of Lie. […]
Choose Your City.
Walking as I do, In steps that leave Reflections. Asking of the city, For choices that weave Directions.
Imbibing Silence.
Taken by the drinks, On rocks And those well shaken, Double, Triple shots To forgetting, My forsaken.
What are you telling me?
Fated as we are, For Communication I cannot, Speak anymore Than a Silent, Conversation.
Quite The Components.
Instilled in forms, A determination, That was born As Time was old And so will be Our Hearts, Retold.
The Thinking Infection.
Deep in question, The answers always stray But taking only fragments, To go deep in thought They never go away. […]
The Gargoyle’s Cry.
The gust has hushed, The candlelit torches As demons down there, Are stripped to bare The Omens have rung, The […]
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