Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispelled, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can't compile, difficulty wouldn't be, determining disturbance in what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation's participation, the quality in those queries are…Read more Not Your Problem! You Say!

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane

A Man Made Hollow

The gathering fragile tides of pride seeking shelter, I fear not what I see. The echoes among declining visions traumatized me, pains stains must this be. Hearing the howling wolf's cries beneath the blue moon, singing this death tune. The bitter taste of the herbs you fed me, you denied me, when you deprived me. Your…Read more A Man Made Hollow

The Unhinged

What bitter defiance when delighted with despair, intolerable compliance your irrational fear is unclear. Frustrated reasoning malice! now that it's demeaning your reluctance in curbing hostility now lacking nobility. Your are devoted to the discontented and we resent it ignoring your desperation! you could have prevented it, Prison blood from wicked hearts reaching twisted minds…Read more The Unhinged

Can You Spare Dollare

Let talk about money, it seems to be the subject of mankind we need it, make it, steal it, waste it, chase it, all of the time. Some sell their soul solid gold, the killers blood turning cold the payments for your unspeakable sins, that sickness within. Our mothers wifes and daughters, are trading the…Read more Can You Spare Dollare

The End Before It Begins

Those trials in a desperate life, when the light gives way to-night; memories collide, needs are denied. Cold winds piercing UN-sheltered skin, their lies will try, the tears you'll cry; the truth wont unfold before you die. (Dedicated to the immigrant victims of Libya, the tragedy in humanity.)

The Seeds Of Contempt

Are you willing! oh callously cunning seeking to beseech this weary heart of mine. What I see, the wrath in your mockery brazenly bitter mask hiding reality, hypocrisy! That egotistical aristocratic demeanor lacking humanity losing ability, to be a dreamer. Blatantly boastful extracting tears from my eyes cruelly corrupt ensures you'll be along when you…Read more The Seeds Of Contempt