The Paraffin One

2014-11-04 12:00 am

Should I advance beyond,
With no progress made, 
Let my name not be forgotten,
Scorch my name in the grass,
Make sand of the raised glass,
Where class be feigned.

The Paraffin One

2014-10-31 12:00 am

Among data statisticians some are apt.
Strikepads merely look for matches.
Pyromancers fire from hands,
Magic tricks demand ignorance,
Turns education into pittance.
Hydromancy of the dire lands,
Outright drought of pious demands.
Stale games played, Crows become Kae,
Men become gods when displayed in 4k.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-26 12:00 am

Less tragedy found, less existence.
Scathing review of society liberated,
Less imagination and less acceptance.
Perhaps in a basement wired fascinated;

The Paraffin One

2014-09-18 12:00 am

A bridge too far is a bridge too far.
Simply put it goes beyond.
Unnecessarily a player struggles,
To play an off-key yawn,
Play chords, save the trouble.
Nobody listens anyway inside of a bar.
Bridges that lead to beyond,
Then abruptly end in the sea.
Why turn from sea so calm?
You could jump to freedom.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-16 12:00 am

Crime rate bears no relevance,
As evidence now confesses,
Relatively they decide evidence.
An industry denies its heritage,
Evidently they know confused:
Rage declines its benefits,
Never does it consider time,
Crime is of no relevance,
As victims now stand blameless.

The Paraffin One

2014-09-16 12:00 am

So before my light extinguished,
I'll least try my hardest,
Exploring every possible cavern,
In hopes of holding my interest. 

The Paraffin One

2014-09-15 12:00 am

No wave easily embraces a shore,
Yet broken it finds solace soars.
Beyond is sea, pale godless,
No effect easily saves scores.
Yet a violin plays of the whore,
Upon the pier, praying for goddesses.
A boat launches without birth mother,
Father never sees need for guidances,
Tragedy is compassions' like brother,
Yet time must pass or we tarnish each other.

My tragedy at sea was like no other:
I believed in no Poseidon of fate.
So I found no place safe to wallow,
Waves endlessly chased my starboard,
Port too was nothing but ocean onward,
So I trumpet ironic prayers for rain,
Anything to wash away my shameful act.