Herald of fire
Injured in the speaking
He no longer has faith
Life in chaos
Ardent conquest
Many guile faces
Constructed of loose terror
Smiled at
Thrown to the stones
And wincing from the fall
Errant shadows
Groaning curiously
Erect in the naked display
of a Star God’s pro-creation.
His eunuch children conspire
Beneath him.
written by rtav
I feel like my mind is a blank canvas
and here I stand with a brush
I don’t even know where to start
I just sort of watch the paint dripping off the brush onto the floor
and then I take a nap
The pavement shimmered like midnight mines of diamond in the moonlight…
nearby walls painted by can, sprawled on wall, the words: NO WAR.
The Universe is but a child’s toy, a sphere the size of his little palm; and on the bottom is a pull cord which, when pulled, creates a dazzling, brief explosion of light within the sphere. We exist in the life span of that combustion, and each time the cord is pulled, a new universe is formed. Your life is but a exciting moment of light, that blinks to nothingness in the time it takes for a child to laugh with glee.
written by rtav
I feel like my mind is a blank canvas
and here I stand with a brush
I don’t even know where to start
I just sort of watch the paint dripping off the brush onto the floor
and then I take a nap