Into The Night, Hell Is Just To The Right

I look out upon the lies concealed by the lack of light, who can not hear the buoyancy of muffled cries in the night? This stillness in the winds oh stinging heat from within, as people shuffle by each other hope! belongs to an another. Heedless harden-hearts foolish fallacies in delusional fantasies, revealing the rot…Read more Into The Night, Hell Is Just To The Right

Cries In The Night, My Desperate Plight

Those gathering storm clouds, extinguishing my life that should have been, is this the end. Distant memories collected through turbulent waves over time, your kiss! is no longer mine. Volatile winds; scattering the flames of passion, those smothering ashes as it happens. Standing on the edge of this abyss, the rhythm in a life that no…Read more Cries In The Night, My Desperate Plight

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

Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispel, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can't compile, the difficulty wouldn't be determining disturbance to what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation's participation, the quality in those queries…Read more Not Your Problem! You Say!

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life's pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there's no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely the…Read more Prison Pain And The Insane

Where Do You Fit In

Those miserably prideful and pretentious are redundant notoriously the obedient are observant yet still repugnant. Imprudent wants cast a shadow on those who are indecent the resilience of the resourceful can prove to be inconvenient. The jovial jubilant can be juvenile when their not exuberant while the negative are neglected then notoriously negligent. the meddling…Read more Where Do You Fit In

The State Of Affairs

When you feel that abundant anxiousness inside, the buoyancy of pride when acceptance is denied. Oh amusing arrogance of articulate fools transcend, the cynically antagonistic always critically unrealistic. Then enduring demeaning spite of the UN diplomatic, the idealistic now conflicted, their trauma is dramatic. Poise the puritans provocative claims! intolerant gains, while the wishful avoid…Read more The State Of Affairs