"anisotropic" poems
Nothing stirred; nothing sang
A fortress of ancient trees - centuries untouched
Entombed souls in its woody heaven.
Dappled anisotropic light; a mystical beauty
Flecks of shimmering gold, thick lush greenery.
Whispers of wind rustled the foliage
A divine sight -this unexpected serenity
Yet prickling with caution
Something buried deep down;
Something sinister
Shrouding a presumed leafy paradise
Beneath everything, obscured a seed of evil.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
****** would have won
had he had a hollywood
holocaust would have been fun
portrayed as playful folly for the common good
atrocity is only as bad
as the people paying to make it so
america was a popular fad
but its time for the world to let it go
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC