Adaptive species
aligned to crude forms of life...
Marionette, that little doll, seems in so many...
She is not perfect, and when you look realize...
Leave certainty for the physicists,
for the academics to discuss...
The roads are lit with street lamp haze
as traffic lights play coloured games...
Don't mistake me,
I love the feel of a warm fire crackling...
The falsehood of time gives us an illusion
We're living to die through massive confusion...
My mind is racing
A mile a minute...
Persecuted,
Prosecuted and...
His huge love could not
overcome her empty purse...
A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...
But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
Words fall into a pool
of pride, spatters...