Beautiful Garbage!

In a heart, there’s one Fighting through the riot In a heart that’s gone No-one hears their plight In a heart that’s ready Well, read on, read on To the core, and the seed ready to meet your every need There you will find wonders of the stillest kind In the order of lust BreakContinue reading “Beautiful Garbage!”

The Peyote-ry Zone

I cannot lie. I only became good at poetry after copious consumption of narcotics. Hence I wrote this. I would be ignorant to state that those who stand in the way of good peyote-ry might shudder inwardly at the thought of so many laws being broken: meter, iambic pentameter etc in the pursuit of a morally good existence/life butContinue reading “The Peyote-ry Zone”