Month: April 2024

  • Faulted King

    I lie on my grave Hunting the great parade For I was a faulted king But a king all the same

    By Poetry

  • If History Itself is God

    I wonder if history is God, or, That people too often mistake History for God. I’ve managed To confine myself in an ontological Pseudo-inspiration for both Logical trespass and pacification...

    By Poetry