Blaming The Reaper

They say look at him now how he tries to work words. Tell him he has no meter and his words, how absurd. He speaks as if he knows how a true poet feels bleed from the heart rhythm and now from lines come speed. I hear them they are right but I know not…

My Twilight Zone

I switch tones like channels inside this show of my own that stars my thoughts for me in my own twilight zone. I can not digress from the zig zagging I tend to confess about the way I’ve lived or how in life I’ve been put to the test. Some decisions made have to be…