Remembering Ugliness

My soul remembers the days spent gazing if you don’t remember. My heart inspired the flames that ignited the rain, showering pain from it’s burning embers. How we resisted the noose, when their approach was obtuse as freedoms fell from the truth. Like raping women as proof that our women were loose, and passion was and …

In~significant~sect

We all have our own purposes and truths. The determination of that purpose is up to you as much as it is not. The irrelevance of others might just determine the relevance of you and vice versa.

The Grind

How Telling

How deceitful this blue sky is. I have tasted the unrelenting cold, yet the innards of this concrete hippopotamus seem to support my cynical reservations. My misogynic inaction forebodes the untruth of that blue bosom, and that golden sun.