Indomitable will With Abominable Ills

Fear! neglected heart, conflicted impulsiveness chastising an indomitable will, The currents of crude curiosity are cynical! but culpable in what is crucial to reality. Helpless! tangled in this web of deceit, restless! buoyancy in morality can't compete Gazing your nakedness bound! by the chains of my will, accepting my fate is sealed

The Cost Of Sin When Innocence Win

The sting in a whisper! I burn from the bitter envy within my exhausted heart, exuberance! I'm enraged by your innocence, I'm dismayed by my impatience. Cast a stone upon the waters and see the blue brilliant ripples riding the wave, the power of your essence steals my resolve, its stubborn reluctance never fades. I…Read more The Cost Of Sin When Innocence Win

The Red White And Blue Is Me And You

Who hears the calls of flawed recriminations, what an eloquent declaration! people in need of equal representation. The offensive dogma in a manipulative indoctrination, fundamental fraud in adverse affiliations, convene greed's collaborations.   Unprecedented victimization, oh patriotism's strangulation the misinformation in propagandists debates, who decipher the hate. The platform of the pragmatist! hell I gaged…Read more The Red White And Blue Is Me And You

Her Will, My Might

I see the nakedness of your will, unspoken words cascading down a rutted gully, that space between shadow and light, a thief in the night. No! you speak not of needs, desperate wants leaching through eyes that bleed, you care not as I whimper, concede not when they whisper. You bind the hearts of men…Read more Her Will, My Might

Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore, oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations. The creative charisma in crisis cruelties, forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension. Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics, dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman. Embrace allusion, even give it to the…Read more Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

The Death Of A Dove

Enduring this clear crucial moment in time, oh crude intolerance you'll find, this obedient impulsiveness that is mine. Looking into a hostile heart of imprudence, within villainous shadows of ignorance, yes genuinely gifted, vile and then vindictive. Now looking upon the gentleness of her face, while still trying to hide my disgrace, the loathsomeness inside…Read more The Death Of A Dove