"I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe" ~ Sir Philip Sidney

Speed, obviously [...] Such is our perceptions to confer joy particular within the emotions expressing effortlessness, hawk in flight each to their own, delusion is a toy difference in our opinions, no debate only agree to differ, the oceans build up slowly with lies, to our delight views change, though El Niño climates remain idiocentric rhetoric, checkmate obviously, I lose the argument understanding the dead poet, her words sound even for logic, tritones augment little hawk, noiseless, predatory birds yet, I argue for poetry, pea brain

Dead drummers go to heaven or hell, dear Decidedly, to practice for decades each to their own design, their body type accept the conditions that precede life death arrives without forewarning, in spades drummers are born, I am not a poet relax, the muse wakes me when words are ripe unless, old Doktor Faustus , full of strife my dreams died when I sold my full drum kit maybe it was never meant to be set each to their own, as constellations form relax, stellar nurseries from the start sole purpose is to shine, inside the dorm ghosts of drummers past, who lay down their art on skins or heads in beats, primeval wit to heaven or hell, dear, a metaphor of course, in bad faith, was my intention how to write a poem, wake up from heat each to their own, I ask, what is the score as repetition builds, difference makes versions of the real within detention each to their own, I met Alan, we beat nearly everything together, until old school brothers move on from all the fakes ...

Never mind the woman with perfect feet even if she appears in a movie venues and nightclubs with tequila shots even if she remembers me, how sweet realize, I am a broken machine mindlessly full of thought, fool me, groovy instantly, the universe, full of bots never mind boys assaulting mannequins dial on the radio, never so mean that I could no longer talk or take a walk how around the block, what everyone knows each to their own, pavement covered in chalk work until practice makes perfect, wind blows over flowers left in the rubbish bin man, symmetry in the body, unknown as a professional, I laugh to see noiselessly, the wind blows past the glass pane windows provide transparency, deep down in the basement, more shoes, try on and run the woman with perfect feet, smiles at me how, for a moment, I feel quite insane pretend that I am not just an old man energy dissipates, no longer fun realize, for other people, the joy found in a connection, she and her friend e...

On the Hotel Red Line, nobody cares nobody gives a damn, choices once made that we try to make the grade, that we try however, how to help if no one shares each to their own, forget me not, a trace How am I to know why some choose to fade objects in mirror are closer, we cry to watch our pets suffer, but homeless sheep each to their own, values from outer space literal misfortune, the sleeper car Relax, the mayor of Chicago got this except they never have, they no go far decisions to neglect problems, we kiss Liquid sunshine dazzle, people too cheap in this world we live in, oh, what a mess nobody cares, move on, time to go home each to their own, work tomorrow, money nobody gives a damn, I sneeze, you bless only the entitled, privileged to live but rarely to offer pilgrims in Rome old clothes, a place to stay, milk and honey decisions made, how did they end up here yet, what does it matter, who will survive careless, without a thought, not for others as life, t...

Fidelity, Bravery, Integrity When the Disorganization Bureau hides the keys to success inside a box everything becomes a calamity no one knows when time goes against the flow that the Director knows where the keys hide how to find this person, as a stone fox emulates just sitting without pity Diónysos in ecstasy reveals inside the box hides the keys, full of pride simplicity guides with razor in hand only what is necessary, remove rubbish as soon as possible, as sand grows in the hourglass, the time to prove anxiety shows as banana peels needlessly tossed on the ground, as to slip insanity into the fold of care zebras stop before the white line to cross ambition and hubris create the drip trust humanity knows nothing, to see inside parsimony, to face unfair organization tactics, meet the boss nobody knows this faceless figurehead Bureau directors come and go, a bee under the bonnet, an idea, to find rest in activity, at the limit each person knows the threshold...

You can get angry at the world but I observe the flow of water through floodgates unless you understand how the oceans create tsunamis, the circle of pi at the ring of fire, tectonic plates not only shift with undersea earthquakes given how karma and the emotions extricably tied in a knot, release terrible damage, channeled into lakes as energy pools inside the body no one foresees the lash that strikes the horse given the shadow of the whip, dowdy regal in mind, but frumpy and too coarse yes, the old-fashioned nag desires peace aspire to do better and yet fail to say an understatement, that is life that the world is incomprehensible how impossible to grasp as you flail effortlessly, until the finish line win or lose, someone must but not a knife offered to cut and yet incapable really, to slice through the trauma, the past lingering conditions set up the fine dimensions of space-time, of grated cheese but Pecorino Romano tastes sharp until it melts into pasta,...