The hum drum of the day to day can feel so mundane, And when you think ahead about uncertainties you may drive yourself insane. But there are techniques you can deploy, Some special strategies you may employ. First off find a place to breath alone and simply be. In this place your thoughts you may…
Month: March 2017
Burning Precipice
Rhythmic thunder stomps from behind a terrestrial border. The ominous stench of fresh blood is lugged around by the breeze. Forgotten nightmares are summoned out from the depths of Mordor. A crownless king holds his ground while others concede in retreat. 28 March 2017
Comet
A stone shouts across the stratosphere, Burning and hurling with nothing to fear. Eroding away it tears through the air, On a collision course; was this truth or a dare? To be emboldened enough to charge from the sun, towards a mess of condensed terra. To do the inevitable, what nature intends, we must concede…
Cold Front
Over eager pedals catch frostbite. Winter pushes southward another cruel surge. It’s not always the fire which tests our might. For freezing sprays of ice the weak will purge. 14 March 2017
Leer
Don’t become a callous emperor. His opinion is worth less than a jester’s. A fool jests for the joke and the sport, But a king suggests death unto any bloke who retorts. 7 March 2017
Fertile Mind & Able Body
Another day to get it right. Another day to test our might. Might we struggle and might we fail. Until our death shall we prevail. For with each breath and chancing test May we endeavour with our best. Suffer now or suffer more. Do not take life as a chore. Every strain, itself a game….
God Vessel
Why can I not help but lust for the ne plus ultra of nirvana? Wedged in this whirlwind, a dust devil for deserters. Hell, even King Minos is less of a prima donna. Lost in Labyrinth, thirsty for satori. Will I ever recollect my route back to the reservoir? 17 March 2015
Behelit
An awful crown one’s been adorned. With flower crimson and stem of thorns. This glaring fixture facing fears. Sweating blood and dripping tears. Does man know nothing else? But to succumb to what he’s felt? Surely not. We command ourselves. To obey others or our own principles. Fate belongs to those who seize it. Not…
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