Prosaic Oneliners

• Let me be the cageless sparrow who signed his tiny soul over to the patron of the underworld.

• Of those who have the fire, only a few will carry the torch.

• What is the power of poetry in the attentionless world, where existence and persistence is the one-two punch to stimulate the imagination?

• Sex is the explosions of the romantic movies.

• Somehow he knew the day he was inexplicably happy, would be his last.

• I'm a kind and gentle soul in the world of aggressive animals.

• There's a beauty to oddity.

• I've asked the man in the booth what's my duty today. He spoke back in tongues.

• City lights have blown their blight covering the stars’ shine.

• I live in the fantasy with the fantasy of my own with characters I wish to own.

• You can hear the stones sparkle in the waves.

• At the end of the day they asked the man what do you want and he said nothing. At the end of the next day they asked the very same question. He had the same answer.

• He who hides behind the silver shine of the city's gleam and glory.

• Filled their feet fit for firm fight.

• Sometimes the cracks in the glass make me wonder what led to the expulsion of force that met the meeting of a heavy object and the pane.

• Let me join the man who ranks among the finest of the dog breed.

• Am I the very last to think these words presumed by missing context hold pressure over the hissing steam escaping minted expulsion reprimanded from a team elevated by words soft and hard never midway through?

• Do you sometimes feel like life’s just a training for something bigger and you are sitting on a bench ready to tag in?

• It's an inching disease and just like the human eye adapts invisibly to the darkness you adapt to perverse habits that destroy you and to the illness called death until you finally stop to persist.

• He was stumped to think there was nothing more he could give without a pickup line injected into his or her body.

• You cannot leave me traveling inside my own head as I reach ends that stopped making sense at the Fourth Gate.

• And you go through the exercise of guessing everyone’s character, everyone’s occupation, what abridges them from a commoner to elite. But your guess is as good as my.

• I’ve dreamt of the North Star of which shine had dissolved with the light of the day. Awake, I'm lost.

• Are you also just as vulnerable in the mornings before the day has a chance to rough you up?

• I think I'm ready for something longer than just riffing and raffing without a punch that yields any power.

• The intoxicating excitement exhibited by the eccentric musician put an eclectic smile on her face to prevent and keep a smirk away from the audience.

• The gestures between the husband and wife, or perhaps unjoined couple obliged by a barrel of laughs that was their child.

• As I experience deja-vu I try to grasp the memory of the reality that came with it.

• Behind the dark clouds always lies the energy filled sun.

• Alone slowly descendent of the last peacock lays a precious egg. “For whom,” it asks as a snake gives it a venomous kiss.

• I fear my life becomes my possession rather than the value of my creation.

• In his innocence the man outstretches his arms to embrace the refugee who asks what is beauty colored in orange and black burning the embers of the ever moving frontline.

• I’m riding the rollercoaster of stupid and highbrow. It’s what keeps me from going insane by being one thing at all times.