when the guillotine drops, when conscience is bought and sold in makeshift shops, when today is a curse, and tomorrow may be worse, what use these paltry words, this impotent scribbled verse ?
Archive for April 11, 2016
why are these lies casually spoken, by mouths torn, bruised, broken,
“I am fine”
no i am not fine, im as fine as a dung dusted shoe is from a shine, im not fine, im lost, between alluring dreams, and silent screams, sometimes a duet, mostly a cacophony of noise, white and bland and dull, just enough to discern, that humanity is null, humaneness void, and of all conscience, devoid … … …
'illusory art' by Maya
Scribbled Verse 