Sovereign Toast

Within a whirlwind of change The mouth of modernity passes And we casually cast images Of past protruding post-hate We find ourselves fiddling With harpoons to harken our Wayward wise dominion of doubt And plush positivity ponders Upon the usual ubiquitous volumes Of man towards twinkling power Positioned round the bend believing Boasting of boring casualties causing Catastrophic reams of reality Revealing the end of times within Our open hearts, removing the hatred That harvests there at times titillated Where wisdom comes lost And heartache can hone in We actually activate astounding Painful pastimes that masturbates The mind into dynamic dimples of Doom, postulating the position Of one’s own imagining, boasting Of belief within the timelessness Brought on by harvesting honor Oh the horror, we feast upon fowl And never do we accomplish the Activities needed to sway a sovereign Toast towards twin minds left to Meander within most grave moments But left to leave us blind and longing Russell Sivey