A glance, perchance, into the not-too-distant-future. Civilizations since the dawn of time Thought they were forever Thought they were fine All of them have passed away None of them exists today, We think we are the epitome That we alone, yes, you and me Will survive for all of time Never to perish It’s a false dream we cherish
» Read moreInspired by a picture of LA towers rising out of the fog. Math is a pun on the numbers of economics but the capitalisation refers to the Math of Celtic Myth, brother of Don, a magician who could still sea and sky but could only thrive with his feet in the lap of a virgin. Must have been inconvenient but
» Read moreA poem that decries the New World Order and its minions. The time is almost upon us when the light will shine with lucid exposure of all those who put themselves forward to help the unfolding of the New World Order. Oh! Please do not try to loosen the noose around your neck. The knot is not for turning….(or loosening)
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