Drifting on and on Like a piece of Sorely missed cloth Forgotten in a Desert of unstatic mud This is my state An ever – present state An unstatic reality For me. Unstatic Not in presence But unstatic in degree So I stay soiled and Drifting, remember Unwhole and missed. A lost piece of Precious […]
Drifting on and on Like a piece of Sorely missed cloth Forgotten in a Desert of unstatic mud This is my state An ever – present state An unstatic reality For me. Unstatic Not in presence But unstatic in degree So I stay soiled and Drifting, remember Unwhole and missed. A lost piece of Precious […]
“It is mastery over that which is mechanical and superficially non-aesthetic that creates the artist. It is the manipulation of this artistry to mock the self sublimely that makes the master artist. The former is purely a product of the scientific but the latter is consciously vague and ambiguous.” Coker Olúwatimilẹhin
In my hands I held the law Procured with all The silver All the brass, The brass up top I handed it To the calm, Docile populace Who received it With such joyous Distortion as there is. As there could ever be
The will to please Is the graveyard of man And so, man dies once He is born. A Living breathing carcass is What he is. Redeemable only By the final death.
An horde Of artificial people Staring back at me Calling for the blood to cease Flow in my veins And that the breathe should Stop powering my lungs – my metal lungs. I lunge with my legs Steely and heavy clinging To the railings at the border One leg with death The other with preservation […]
The lines connect Inadvertently at the Tail of all our Undressed hypocrisy.
