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Circuitous Disasters and other Wide-Ranging Fortuitous Ramblings


Circuitous disasters

Cicadas spinning strong

Songs of triumphant kings

Prevailing over beasts unfound


Catastrophic devastations

Birth from adders in a cobras bay

War-strung harmonies are all that play

Coveting the smoldering of a desisted day


The cloaks are grey

The smocks are red

The iron is steady

The flesh is dead


Fear, fear, fear, is in the backseat when you’re with me dear…hear, hear, hear me spell your name in a sleep so real


Presorted cards of calculated potential

Despite not knowing the square root of nothing-doing,

You still deliberate your tentative response, with a quick

Swig of whiskey and a book casing clothed in math


Insidious dimensions

Arithmetically aligned

To all and each of what shall we find

When perusing through the sanctions of your most precious plots in mind


Tortuous dominions

All brash and bark

Full-fledglings beneath you

Now as you hunt blindfolded

Along a path so dark


Risk me the riddle

Answer the shine

Blowtorch the vacuum

With a shot of the strange


Prolonging the loudspeaker, it’s several of hymns

Scratching the needle, not close to the ending note though, not near

Where the first of it’s five minutes begin


And a tornado far-flung it’s fantastic rope

Dangling clockwise in the conundrums revolutionary pit

Clocking out

Clicking in

Checking space

Twiddling thumbs


Then…that point when,

Time trials whisk away

Every temptation to spin dangerously near my eyes


Earth-quaking numb



Blonde, not blue, not black, not white, I quiver in the conversations that rely on observation, as I’ve only ever offered the world as seen through these wonderful, yet self-deceptive pair my sockets hide…


And the dreamer finds himself a’ wondering

‘How does an angler never catch a rock with such taut lines?’


And all is fine, all is fine

As the trumpets blare

Tunes told twice

To the skyline’s neon growth

To the theoretical ghost to which once spoke

Songs to the Forensic tech

Who happened to find the assignation to the crime

Was devised in an empty room that he alone should

Stumble upon, where it was his duty solitarily, to drum up

Some sort of answer to the blank resolve that he there would find


…and he would find it





About hobgoblin2011

In 2012 I was 370 lbs, dealing with severe spinal injuries and miserable in every aspect of the word. Through hard work, dedication and the installation of self-belief, I changed everything about myself. It took 5 years to become the person I am today and I want to share everything I’ve learned during my transformation. Transformations aren’t solely about weight loss. I’ve learned that to truly transform you must change in many more ways than that. I hope to provide useful tips, information and motivation/inspiration to anyone who needs to make a Change themselves.

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