Your moisten mist upon my lips greedily I taste, the fool who waste. If bleached bones stand along in hot burning sand then your taste confounds those binds that bound. Dripping blood from wounded heartsfear of the fool found left in the dark.Heed my words before you cast me a sidethe stab of pride still…Read more In The End A Fool Never Wins
Lost
To Death Do Us Part
In The Beginning The Light Begins It's Dimming And So It Begins Until It Comes To The End Listen! anxious issues avoiding the ashes of agony's aftermath A gasping grasping grief lacking gratitude, oh stinging solitude. A memory's mourning numbing nightmare, does anyone care. Incapacitating I'm weak, the incoherent outbursts of the meek. Jaded! fearful…Read more To Death Do Us Part
Reject The Label Cut It’s Cable
A another sunrise echoing visual overtones in my disappointing sky blunt broken birdsong causing diverted attention, now apprehension. The cadence in a choir's chorus of worry before cautioned confession dulling emotions dim disquieted disputes in the lies in my aspirations Clamoring compliment of consensus conspiring in extracting consent descriptive incantations exaggerated iterations and all that…Read more Reject The Label Cut It’s Cable
Crime callously, Justice’s fallacy
Along this meridian between need and abuse those mingling shades of lies among an excuse. Allegations! a cautionary tale of coercion's collusion an elusive forensics connection to justify protection. The human denial, their dark side before every trial suppress punishing sanctions, improbable speculation. Reckless action causing harm, traumas tragedy alarm shackled when convicted, justice and…Read more Crime callously, Justice’s fallacy
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
When The Song Goes Wrong
In the melody of a song the buoyancy of life floats along Between the keys in the chords trouble's light was sharp as a sword. The classical structure of your heart the composing lyrics tearing us apart. The sheet notations in life's score a melody and the lyrics in love no more.
The First Nation’s Devastation
In this new land in the time before, these new men's aspirations clawed their way ashore. This allure lacking an alliance in allegiance, frayed garment garb denied their future malfeasance. Anxious but amazed at what lays at their feet dazed they glaze, this bounty further than eyes can see. The birch bark beckoning the ark…Read more The First Nation’s Devastation
The Condos Of Isolation
Devoid these bonds that feeds desperation the view that is withheld leads to resignation Whitewashed walls within this cohabitation cold hearts call shadows! in a block formation.
The Tools Of A Fool Rules
Sandymans Qoute: "When you engage a fool you've been used like a tool, the instinct to fight words that are cruel, breaks all the rules when engaging a fool. "
Bartender! One For The Road
Critically conflicted! the frailty in those fragile fragmented memories, this adhesive affliction, an admonished addiction lacking redemption. Delirious! dismal distill depression, the broken dreams from deception, the chaos of emotions, a jaw of life extraction read the news caption. Overdose! those on the rocks overindulgence! convulsive explosions, oh twisted bodies of wrecked life's the blood…Read more Bartender! One For The Road
