constraints of disbelief,
or tainted brew of hell's fire
proof.
bring me sweet, stinging air
or fire breathing glow
in your
golden, living
hair.
why battle orchids, symphonic
torture.
glide the winds like gentle tides
seen brazen visages grimace
through steel vines.


~ZamBizzi

 

 



displaced in this melodramatic
existance, this transparent mockery
of inhumane...life's mundane.
sideshow of the vain.
through eyes of glass we seek
the unknown, yet wander helplessly
in fields of broken, shattered
reminisce....collide.
grandiose hourglasses...springs
of blind masses ..cling
to the past....


~ZamBizzi