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

Transformation! Forged By Frictions Force and Desperation

via Photo Challenge: Transformation This would be that day of reckoning, descending into that darken craven of eternal discovery, the sting in this mornings freezing wind dipped, the cruelty that is the task master's whip, my eyes searched inward in solitude, the magnitude of securing the required fortitude. That grayish dark dotted moon on the…Read more Transformation! Forged By Frictions Force and Desperation