Showing posts from August, 2020

The Staggering Now

I fear of the nothingness When finally unplugged From the Earth's core I wary when, decades on My name only mentioned with Passing fancy and flippancy What will have become of me, Zeus? Will my vibrations have ceased? Wiped from the great slate of time? In these often moments When drunk with clarity The NOW's worth is staggering - Esteban Luis Soto

The Beauty in Weeds

Roses are powerless to me For I've found beauty in weeds And the lesser creatures who Found refuge in their pallid lure Knew this all along For they never strayed to Angel trumpets nor orchids To tulips or birds of paradise Nor will I, here on - Esteban Luis Soto