Imaginary Thrones

Countless claims from royal lines & seemingly everyone somehow divine A silver chalice distracts the frauds From holy golden ichor, blessed by gods A prince & his fetish: imaginary thrones Grasping for the scepter he'll never own As bare brows wish to bear curled crowns And masks replace facades' furled frowns

Silent Thinking

You’re quiet – just like me; The world won’t notice, but I can see Your silence is not an empty mind; Rather you’re thinking all the time Questions for the world – on your shelf; So many more are for your self; Internal debates – philosophy bout: “Who am I?” echos with doubt