Death, Sin! The Ill in Men

The perpetual prompts of the unprincipled are pollutants your illusion? being obedient to perversion is not collusion. malicious is your wicked heart beating savagely from within the sting of the vicious! keeping the secret dying with a grin. Notoriously neglectful negligence! will contribute to your end among the brutal scares emotional sins will kill you my friend. Hostile shouts roaming…Read more Death, Sin! The Ill in Men

Grief Along Is Wrong

How do you seek relief from a bleak bouquet of burden grasping from this engulfing internal strife with despair. incoherent this anguish tender kiss upon agony we fear exhaustion disillusion! distracted conclusion, grief is clear. Mourning merciful memories before the nightmares numb a reconciliation of recollections leaving us only with crumbs Poignant is those preoccupations,…Read more Grief Along Is Wrong

Sad Songs Sing

It's an old sad song, forgetting the importance of right and wrong with the bests of intentions the debate begins actions! are our sins. Chastising a cheat! still victimizing the weak! the advantage we seek your anxious but able, articulate in your cable, fairness is just a fable. Callous without a cue, a crude! cynical…Read more Sad Songs Sing

I Must Seek!

I'm seeking the unity in harmony, the dew droplets clinging to the twigs in the twilight of morning. Needing your warmth and tenderness such innocence! the smile on an infant child's face, only knowing God's grace. But in the shadows of my pain I will pay the cost, the gale-force winds capsizing the fishing trawler…Read more I Must Seek!

A Man Made Hollow

The gathering fragile tides of pride seeking shelter, I fear not what I see. The echoes among declining visions traumatized me, pains stains must this be. Hearing the howling wolf's cries beneath the blue moon, singing this death tune. The bitter taste of the herbs you fed me, you denied me, when you deprived me. Your…Read more A Man Made Hollow

Which Will It Be

The fear of death docile fools guilty leading the unwilling pressing pleads of the hateful it's discreet yet still reviling Their dishonesty this disdainful demise roots of the tree compulsively combative over the things they refuse to see The falseness of their faithful famously callous before thee shall you not see when the dejected become…Read more Which Will It Be