Author Archives: Zuxiān

Reserata Carcerem XLII Quondam, a yearning ewe throttled;lanky leadership throat troubled.Her fostered furs, granted cum leasedby taunted time tumbling through spree. Led femme a callous cod through paths;shredded shrubs, bald dale, lanky lath,savoring sumptuous salivanosy nebula oft barter. “Holla! Mimick my steps.” quoth she,’n’ callous clown leered lanky lurch’n glee.Anon, damp disaster drown twain;led sheContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XLII”

Reserata Carcerem XLI Othello, mystic moor ‘f marred myths,t’ Brabantio was sarcocarp’s spree -smothered stereotypes enslaved him;thorn’s thicket cloven, leisure licked. Oft would meagre moor hoist ho;’n sword’s spiel his airy acumen glowed.Strained syll’bles damp Desd’mona stole,when his lusty larynx shred show. Anon was her thrills made conf’tti;his eerie emprise snatched sword’s silt.But Brabantio wouldn’tContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XLI”

Reserata Carcerem XL Jove, whilom on apt azure sate,mending gaunt grace wanky wind sprayed;dirsrobed Cynthia from curtain peeped,savoring rustic rays dawn leased. Asudden, roving Ray glittered;which than eyes ‘f th’ saucy sun fairer.Shrewd shrills seeped’n awed acme tossed it,’n’ seduced th’ sanctity his eyes pricked. Stood he then burnished’n hoisted haste;apt azure wrenched in porousContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XL”

Reserata Carcerem XXXIX Caesar after war t’ him was pawn,and pride on him had left gaunt gores,trod eerie earth with punctured pacts;haughty hoofs e’en such pain scarce cast. Artemidorous by paths tarr’with, “Beware of the Ides of March.”But punctured pride’s porous gores gulpedbounty biddings ‘n’ sanity sucked. And’n recherche robe was he drapedon essence ‘fContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XXXIX”

Reserata Carcerem XXXVII A priest once to worshippers said:”Worship YHWH for life and the rest.”Amidst crushed cacophony rosea tuned shout which strangled all those: “Thank you for anther and stigma,for wanky winds from numb netherwhose sumptuous shrills feeds the couple -klept’maniac worm quake; torn tremble. And also, YHWH, for tumbling tides,(clipped currents oozing dainty bile)whichContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XXXVII”

Reserata Carcerem XXXVI A wealthy man talks less, for hisdread is etched in losing his gifts.A poor man talks much, for his dreadis borne by wings of seeming best.’20:07:05:12:50 Note:a) of wanky wisdomb) Inspired by Adeyemi Olabode Joseph

Reserata Carcerem XXXIV Erstwhile, travelled a monk to heav’n -that Holy Grail.Borne on trance’s wings – pride cloven.Got he at ‘t gate:And the angels all were silent. Where pale Cynthia shed her order,for its great wallpukes rare radiance, beams and Jasper -and the gate’s tall:And the angels all were silent. Then his fingers, this marredContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XXXIV”

https://soundcloud.com/zuxian/reserata-carcerem-xxvii Reserata Carcerem XXVII patience is not an embargo;eerie enmity oozing flowsgaunt gores, perforated pores prunedfostering felon feasts – foiled fluid neither is patience hoisted hay;nocturnal nature chopping day,smothered smithereens callous clips,dark dribbles, moist mood, drizzles drip patience is all but wanky wait;taciturn haste fuming torn trait,etched emotions lagging, joy foiled,confetti of wishes – wit’sContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XXVII”

https://soundcloud.com/zuxian/reserata-carcerem-xxvi Reserata Carcerem XXVI love is not the tale of the cross;dark diction callous clichés draw,la-de-da limping of thorn-theme,snapping at cum renting spun spree love has never been an excuse;taunted track punctured passion prunes,masticated motive masks means,felon fashion trimmed by lips’ spree neither is love hurled Utopia;throbbing thrills, hoisted hemisphere,dainty pastures, voluptuous vines,salient stream, vyingContinueContinue reading “Reserata Carcerem XXVI”

https://youtu.be/yznUow5wW1E Intro: ×4 I’ve got something in my head(In my head) Rap: feeling you’re winning is a feeling you’re losingand winning is the feeling losing is missingtaking undertaking is the bidding and trailingwe’re making and grooming, processing our motivefeeling you’re living is a feeling you’re dieingand dieing is the feeling living is pruningwailing and cryingContinueContinue reading “Tis Rap”