My Poetry and Prose Blogology
The Last Conclave
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
“tangled in the hands of time
worn by indefatigable tides
my reckoning was mingled in lies…”
“tall stacks signal pride
as rising black smoke broadcasts
my home’s fall from grace…”
“wake me from this hell
guarding my dark—lucid dream…”
“political squalls
creep into my swirling mind”
“anxious—pretty memes
sprouting zealous soft color
praise your swift plucking”
“truth enlightens minds
fusing knowledge with purpose”
“cosmic sparks ignite
vast lights of science and faith”
“alternates grasp fake
while truth adapts to green growth”
“blue waters of truth
flow to an endless ocean”
“lies soothe like candy
cheap, succulent, and simple”