No Refund No Returns

Say you will when you won’t better still if you don’t,  never intend to breed contempt never once will you be exempted    Hearing the cries of mamas and babies fearing your lies you’ll only say maybe, in predawn just before the light why does the truth always bid you good night.   The lost…Read more No Refund No Returns

Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

There are no doubts how quickly we'll tune out or zoom in while being consumed from within. When the truth becomes stranger than fiction add your pain pill addiction, reality! in submission.   By the code of truth or dare hell, no one really cares drunk or stone drowning in fear, your crises was clear. Yo!…Read more Life Was Bleak Said The Twitter Tweet

Death Repeats Predator Seeking Meat

Can you hear the signature shrills of the sacrificed those pronounce squeals in their last moments of stifle. A repertoire of repetitive pleadings resonating in chills my indifferent to proclamations of innocence when I kill   Rubbish rouse of rhetoric smacks of self-serving squawk a predator I must stalk, my taste for blood I never…Read more Death Repeats Predator Seeking Meat

In Pain I Sly Inside I Cry

I struggled with this post but not with the poem the subject  had an emotional sting! a swarm of angry bees are really mean. This poem was my reaction to a disgusting picture I download from a post of a fellow WordPress'er. I thanked her I didn't say why but it was for her having the courage to link the picture…Read more In Pain I Sly Inside I Cry

No Words Need To Understand

There were no words needed to understand abrasive picture articulating death was at hand. A boom from bagpipes bellowing a battle cry the blues of belching poisons is why the fish die. The bluster shall Mother Nature beg for mercy while the slime sticks why shall we not curse thee. I stood along the banks…Read more No Words Need To Understand

Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

The eerie effects of neglect, an emotional embrace, and its effects when hallowed haunted hardships start, despair in broken hearts. Anguish's gnawing grasp will beseech, anger lash defies one's belief deification! disillusionment's dedication in frustrated contemplation. These confinements of sympathy before grief, agony before peace flowers for the frantic fools forsaken, jaded gratitude's anticipation. Mourning…Read more Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

He Who Would Be King

Empty heads wicked hearts oh vile frail! fallow men vipers we plucked, maggot infused flesh festering rut. Look into the shallow inners of this beast! no release, fanatic cries! zealots, not herd, agony! should be stirred. We speak his evil will, your succubus will conceal her ills in a roll of the dice wraith! is…Read more He Who Would Be King