‘Tis a most erroneous debacle The plight of man and animals Versus Father time, the immutable, And Death himself, transmuter of souls. Their struggle is not only in vain, but elicits such unnecessary pain. The sooner one sees there’s little to tame He’s free to play along in this game. Dare they not fret any…

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…

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

Are you willing to lay waste to your own self deceptions; To dismiss vile internal remarks of self condemnation? Ignoring integrity in the face of easy doubts is what drags good men down. Sacrificing your own sense of personal respect is a critical defect. Such resistance can be found in a simple trigger click. Those…