Archive for April 11, 2016

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 ?

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

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