With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

In these times of abuse, fear anger! and love's misuse the worst of brutal bullies will give you their excuse. Annihilation conspires the concocting of conspirators the curse of cringing cruelty has no use for metaphors. Hair-raising alarm, hate-mongers go wrong! an old song a chauvinistic disguise, abhorrently winning envy's prize. Dastardly demons decapitating compassion,…Read more With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I'm the task I'm the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaning…Read more The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me

Love, Hold When The Cold Winds Blow

My silent screams for your kiss that’s upon the winds, my abandon dream, a team of two hearts with one seam. My Tears lay bear the fallow land that needs to be sown, the fruits of love bear the seeds that need to be grown. Lay still the cold chill that comes to steal from lovers…Read more Love, Hold When The Cold Winds Blow

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

A Fenced Pride Love Stay On Your Side

Our fence building begins from within, the defensive block-aides to offensive barricades. Your classical concentrated clang of civility, lying mental form-fitting focus foiled by inflexibility. Mastering the shuffling rules of stamina and strength, attack my base gauntlet in place, advance at your fate. Still you'll flick this fancy fast-moving footwork, muscles memory moves masked emotions just…Read more A Fenced Pride Love Stay On Your Side

The Obese Below The Meek, After The Weak

Sandyman (If you can't heal! you can not hate!) With the collapse in this metabolic rate social media offensively pessimistic! chastely antagonistic. Curt is this current cynical curiosity tenacious tempered taint, testy tactless taunts in reality. This reckless rues they fan "she has food in both hands". yes! so perceptively prejudicial, pretentious judgmental. Appetite! they'll…Read more The Obese Below The Meek, After The Weak