Month: February 2018

The Ire Of War

Those who wield influence should not chill, with ill notions twisted ire that war will. Chaos fosters hate which chills by the hour. It moves in fields killing all colored flowers. The sky opens with a strike of a pen…. Read More ›

I Shall Strut

Void chasms, rugged mountains; dry streams empty fountains. In life everything ends. Where do you begin? I begin in dreams firing neurons filling streams. The void looks back. So I just don’t react. For what am I but movement, a… Read More ›