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

I’m Along My Mother Is Gone

This shroud of death distinguishing yesterdays light a moment mourns memories, my woe in that imagery. The rituals in this vigil, numb my vows before this foe a keepsake your tenderness glows as the winds blow. Gathering griefs gratitude at the grave site, before tonight sorrows solemn sadness recounting the blight that's insight. Heed the…Read more I’m Along My Mother Is Gone

DNR= Do Not Resuscitate

This diminishing heartbeat devastating the degrees of hope now my crying counseling confessions trying to stay afloat. These conscious confrontations, mind-numbing equations agony authorizing my last resort, the pulling of life support. Chance choice of closure collapse in catastrophic complications advised on accepted effects of anxiety in this willful asphyxiation. A battle beseeching, eyes! no longer blinking,…Read more DNR= Do Not Resuscitate