Unknown eyes enter the camp,
in which judgment lives
and the unwritten law
that so beautifully describes
the absurdity of belief
will linger a long while,
far beyond this sinner’s stoning,
and will magnificently
hollow out the minds of all
future generations therein,
making sure to fill what potential
there was with constant bickering,
and a false sense of
Another tale of beggars and tramps
verdicts accumulated on the edge of knives
lost in expectation.
No king, nor
concubine could transcribe
the wind that carries truth like a leaf.
Lingering a long while,
emotions misfire through honing,
lost between those who stall
the next, feign
goodwill and trust existential,
as the candle is dangerously flickering.
Where do we go,
with our labours of love,
on our cosmic trip?
Phen Weston and Christopher Rupley 2015