In the eyefulness of the firmament, the wooly chariots of the dreamy high, do the words “drop-dead damsel” amplify. In sacred writ I portray my delight: Your beauty rhetoric as orature, needs not the ink of musing to define. Alas!…
Poetry
FICTIONED TRUTH
Each time his replica appears in front of your door with a heavy knock You wonder if you should take the risk again or just leave it locked. “It is better this way” you whisper into the air For words…
LORE OF YORE
I Love, love, the doves above. Loss, loss, the tears dissolve. Lore, lore, the laws resolve. II The lore of yore I pore… By: Anthony Oluwatamilore Daniel
BATTLE CRY
I am debauched by immanent darkness, no credo, no godless incense leads me. Through these foibles, cognitive ecstasy, I thunder strike at Old nick’s haughtiness. The globe, it’s misty mystery, gleeful lust, enlightened folly, inapt ambrosia, sustain the life of…