Complete nonsense.
Utter illogicality.
Thoughtless blabbering.
And jolly good fun!
It's all here.

Beautiful nonsense

Moving sweet lies
from vagrant past,
flow breaking ties
built to last.

Serene wind painted
the colour of divine.
Rock solid, tainted,
melting glass to wine.

Whisper touch your ear
sharp, longing, distorted,
insincere and full of fear.
What senses comforted?

Screaming voice of joy,
tearing ever further
over light feather toy
going slightly thunder.



The Principia Discordia
Not a book

Perhaps you want more poems by me? Maybe?