less traveled path
Eighteen years of waiting This damned sixth sense Could not prevent The discomfort you meant All those who came before
All you had and cannot see, All they said you could be Down you meet the wild tide’s risi… At Mont Saint-Michel hell in no… Seagull lover, can you say: that’s…
I always got tears in my eyes Lament of possibilities unfulfille… Sorrows for past futures not drill… Still virgin on the barren plane, Or part of a plague, another,
My Old Flame, It would never remember its name, Cold days of no light in sight Surrounded and pictured as Lesoth… In this cold day I still stand un…
Cold slumber, Dark, Dark Hollow, Emptiness, Not easy to swallow,
From the perspective the phallus t… Raised pointing with pink hat fall… Orange hat on noisy marmalades We kisses between greedy sucks In the excitations without extensi…
Words are just painted impressions And the world has taught us how They go astray and turn, or still. We stand upon this tainted hill Of diverted intent and call it his…
Near the end of others are us In our saddle of distance or proxi… Near the vain end of animals we co… And continue to another rationaliz… Confrontation!
Looking at her running from the co… Admiring the crying raging between… Remains her silhouette memory Languidly lying in the porch’s net Piled on top of other sorrows and…
We aspire, leave, walk, and run, And yet, some feel like drowning. Return an assumed impossibility . Road runs asunder under our feet, The devil’s beneath in synchronici…
The slytherin or the pussy, the re… Giving knowledge and fire to their… Praising for the death of a dubiou… Setting the stage for the real con… Not original, that’s an argument o…
Loved and lost, it was a farewell, On the large backseat of my car Where our passion has gone too far I softly kissed her face and lips Knowing it was only a dream
I Think we should keep the answer as simple as the question. “The question, then: Is Schrödinger’s Cat meant to be taken at all physically?” No, that experiment, if practiced as describ...
Considering the history of modern mathematics two questions at once arise: (1) what limitations shall be placed upon the term Mathematics; (2) what force shall be assigned to the word ...
So many masks to bear testimony, Farces played so often, veils of t… Silks and brocades on orchards so… Some although still refuse to be p… Some broken in so many micro fract…