The True Test of Taste

The most careful analysis of however many works of art will not gift the observer with the ability to create; only through active engagement is one able to acquire both taste and skillset.

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2196, Saxonwold

only the brave and the bold make it here
that is true
so it should be known too
that conquests by capital
are always intricate affairs
but one thing for certain, my dear
ain’t no common cubic crystal fool’s gold over there
in eGoli
perhaps a two-tone classic chrono if it at all looks brassy yellow
not that you and I care
o, but of course we do, don’t we? we care
for we don’t possess the time to understand
the theory of the leisure class
and can only afford curiosities about the wonderful world of riches
and dream of the splendours and sprees
or what it seems to all on the outside looking in
and so we all want a piece of it
and you do too, don’t you?
well then, let’s meet at 2196…
it’s only up the street!
but I can’t promise you’ll find the peace
that deep inside I know you seek


A Noble Ploy

let all that you pursue
become the labour of your heartfelt passions
so that you may find pleasure in the toil
and manifest your innermost joy


Courting Call

naked soul
swimming in her sea
with a protective shell

such a catch
hope I don’t fall
deep
and become available
whenever she calls


The Good Decision

social suggestions saturate sentience
and markets shift to sentiment
leaving no room for reason
nor space for making sound judgements
let alone good decisions


The Social Currency Conundrum

what you do
with the knowledge you have
is much more valued
than its mere possession

just look
at how readily they pay for a helping hand
but often take instruction
and offer no compensation


Silence & Silhouettes: Melody for Milady

I see your eyes
When I shut mine
At night
And imagine
You by my side
Or fantasise
About the good ‘ol times
Maybe
I’ve lost my mind
Or do you think maybe
Your kind
Again, I’ll never find?

Streams of silence
And the sound of night
Heavy
Is my heart
It’s almost hard to describe
But Melody
My rib, my right
Do you think maybe
We live to love, only to say goodbye?