Crackpots

So deeply are seeped discriminations in blood streams, welling up the chasms of ignorance within, that it's impossible to cut a zealot's thick skin Or counter his absurdity without losing the grit and the precious temporal tock-ticks. Vehement stay calls for traditions to supersede rationale or reasoning because, I'm afraid, we prefer malarkey. How else... Continue Reading →

I Didn’t Know

Hallowed Intentions Rearing Disaster - by yours truly. I didn’t know,No, I didn’tThat I am weakerfor showing how I feelThat I am the loserWho wants to sutureYour wounds, eraseyour insecuritiesThat I am the suckerFor wanting to utterWords of comfortIn times of your needThat I am the chumpWho stops to listen,Empathizing withyour endless worriesThat I am the foolWho... Continue Reading →

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