Phase II

Ode to Idiots

This post is full of shameless self praise and big-headedness,with a score of judgement on every living soul I have met. Those who take offense easy, You've been warned. I am creature of impulse, not of calculation. There was once a time I regretted it, but now I don’t. When I was very young I… Continue reading Ode to Idiots


In the Review Mirror

There stood a tree, balding Shaken, dry but bold- A bitter empty existence, In the clearing by my road. What worth is it? I asked This unevolved continual- Why live with these rocks and that Sun With them foreign and those cruel? But silent, he stood tall. Old, barren but alive. And lived in his… Continue reading In the Review Mirror