My thanks to all of you the poems I share come from the heart that’s true, but for those of you who are new I warn you now about my twisted view. I offer you nether hope or security I relish in my impurities, but if you want a tingling ride I’ll take you to the dark side.
So please my friends come inside fear not thy worries it’s time to put them aside, know there is always a song in my poem sometimes twisted but still sing along. You’ve come to far to go back home, the lines in your mind are already blurry, I’m going to squeeze your heart it’s to late to worry, in this journey I’m going to take my time I’m in no hurry.
First up on the dark side let the weak and meek cry, I will make the very first toast “Let The Flea’s Eat Their Host”, There will be lustful twisted revelations in my literary deprivations, a simple graphic illustration of my mental disintegration.
You have been warned at the inception this wickedness in my reflections, but there are times my mind produces wondrous light, only when my medications are working just right.
Let their be trust no need of pride, tighten your seat belt to continue the ride, for there are more surprises waiting inside. As the darkness fall to hell with the cries! howls and calls, you will feel the power in my twisted resolve.