Yet do not judge nor condemn who holds the spoon for it is the Chef who deftly poisons truth as a hedge against reality #mastoprompt #smallpoems #NAFO 2/2
Truth blows not through bold congregants but on currents of our #question bestowed through reflections clothed in winds of perspective. #smallpoems 3/2 #mastoprompt
Poisons allowed to fester too long as narratives of despair become attack vectors To Bonk is to Be a Nonsense Reversal Agent 2/2 #smallpoems #NAFO #foundpoem (remix of Jefferson's letter to Smith after Shay's Rebellion) #sschat
Allusions to illusions of erasure. A dilution in purity. Truth? And these tiny tremors can Shriek through history dancing on thinly veiled wails. Bots and Banshees of weak minded singing songs of the Divided #smallpoems 3/3
tones and levels drones and devils descend from darkened skies For too long ordinary decent folks Never Spoke and Truth Reversed Transversed a thin lipped logic brought them somewhere else #smallpoems 2/3
nourished by just friends who burnish heart in skirmishes of sin not chasing calamitous wins but driven by reality that there is no other way to begin #smallpoems #mastoprompt #edu106
sung in criminal tongues through imbecile debates of truncated principles Ostinatos of emaciated play dough reshaped to rape, and reap hate in disinfo spaces disgraces in cadence #NAFO #smallpoems 2/3
Poem I tried to get out of my head can never capture beauty heard between those words I can not wait until Father and Daughter are unite again #smallpoems #clmooc (poem from img follows in thread) https://t.co/96iQGIUFEj
with songs humane, to keep us sane sorrow found in the wind and rain of Autumn soaking souls of history "You are a man. Isn’t this reason enough to die?" poetry is freedom #smallpoems 3/3 fin
18 whiskeys deep "mad bad, dangerous to know" Poetry spits in the face of probability of errors embraces sins in syntax A primary prevention of the human condition slipping into the mundane #smallpoems
leaving us to mire in tangled darkness at the door of reclaimed history at edges of society a nasty force we must uproot hands dirty in work of getting it done. #smallpoems
pinnacle of trivial chalk dust trails which unveil miserable masterpieces in crust wrought with distrust as sounds stalk colors that squawk in voices who trigger finger painting in the sky #smallpoems
seeking Accursed nonsense, insatiate A perfidious serpent crucifying sense sliced by Kosynsky's Klowns and on both banks truth and freedom flow #smallpoems
@yarotrof @olex_scherba No alt text For my screenreader friends 1/3 #smallpoems As night fell on Kherson Fires of freedom bounced on Blue skies fading to a new tomorrow