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

Who Will Convert

Would you ever be willing to consult an adviser be discreet with compulsive deeds chasing desire. Morality has a retainer! what to hear my disclaimer a polished practices of passage, poised promised and savage. These were my thoughts in the mental temple of table talk, with the sensation of lost aspirations! hostile revelations. Need we…Read more Who Will Convert

The Call For Solidarity! My fuzzy Clarity

To all of my Word Press friends it's always good to be with you again, but I need to make my self clear! in some of you this will conjure fear! because of the things we share! we cuss scream and swear. Yet my major point of contention, naturally with your permission, I will identify…Read more The Call For Solidarity! My fuzzy Clarity

Sorry! This Was A Brain Fart

When looking into the eyes of the unpredictable, the realm in the unexplained can be unbelievable, is that unreasonable. When you put forth the hypothesis of your choice, what's unknown is if integrity still has a voice. My mind ponders over the kinetics in magnetism, the dynamics in the energies required in keeping my equilibrium,…Read more Sorry! This Was A Brain Fart

Scientific Theory, The Faithfully Weary

Beyond the big bang theory, explain a celestial entities density fragmented formation drifting dust, the accumulation of crust. Those electrons encircling emission, cosmic galaxies in transition composition of constellations, stars providing this demonstration. Praise protons electrical charge, impacting pulse is looming large when measuring a magnetic thrust, I still believe in God we trust. Particles…Read more Scientific Theory, The Faithfully Weary

Can You Spare Dollare

Let talk about money, it seems to be the subject of mankind we need it, make it, steal it, waste it, chase it, all of the time. Some sell their soul solid gold, the killers blood turning cold the payments for your unspeakable sins, that sickness within. Our mothers wifes and daughters, are trading the…Read more Can You Spare Dollare

AC / DC I’m Not A Fan

I laugh before I cried, that chill wiggling inside. Feeling that lump in my throat, the cost of my date I just got soaked. But she had blond hair and blue eyes, filling those jeans to I damn near died. she smelled so good couldn't take any more, I bounced two checks still rolling on…Read more AC / DC I’m Not A Fan