Can’t Vomit On An Empty Stomach

Empty hands of the masses their starvation is the new crises the bounty of this fertile land, then why so many empty hands. callousness insensible, the sadist savagery is unmentionable this ruthless malign! of people worldwide, that crime denied. Greed's arrogant addiction, egoistically antagonistic its infliction while this child dies in mother's womb, this unimaginable…Read more Can’t Vomit On An Empty Stomach

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

The Rising Insanity In Humanity

With a desperate need for selfie likes, some will bleed death! takes its bite to the disagreement at work, semiautomatic gunfire brings a terrorist alert.   There's frustration on the highways and byways when the finger goes up! temperatures erupt! an action corrupts! blood on the asphalt is the result . The pains and strains…Read more The Rising Insanity In Humanity

The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds

These bitter hearts! love speak not from a sinister will oh tender droplets clinging to the soft peddles of the daffodils. This pain brews within the confines of our fallow soul while migrating swallows sing to the whistling wind as it blows Mastery! of this misery those reckless state of minds hear the buzzing bubble…Read more The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds

Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud

28 years as a prison cop I’ve seen this more than not far too many young men abused to no end, just one more chapter in a life of sin. I bring this story to you and I’m telling you it is all true, but there was nothing I could do prison has a life…Read more Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud

EMPTY WOMB

My darkest day dreadful those rays of sunlight I stumble despair! defeated by evil it’s not right Oh burning pride eats at this exhausted heart the wickedness of death! before life could start Why must I read those tears in my wife’s eyes then mixing wisdom with doubt while she cries Her desperate thoughts in…Read more EMPTY WOMB