I’m sure it’s pretty obvious by now that when I write I love to play with words; utilizing the ones that tickle my creative fancy. Call it a quirk. Call it ingenuity. Call it pretty much anything you like. Then just kick back and enjoy my latest piece. 😀
Raw, twisted contemplations
contort and malign
the sheer elegance of humanity.
Fed by malcontent
and harboured self-loathing,
it pays homage to sinister delusion.
Phantasmagorias set the synapses firing riotously
acutely carving striations into the cortex.
A synaptic odyssey
into the mire of perfect imperfection,
deep-seated in an intolerant mind.