Brutal Honesty: Rebellion’s Trip

Storms around I look and see might as well be a raging sea. Look how I don’t go for the ground. It is routine the irreverence found. I’m a taught straight laced trip. Except for rebellion I do sip. It boils and tests my nerves. Maybe that’s what I deserve. Now you can see me…

My Flight Of Terrors

For the longest time I was shrouded in doubt. About the time left for me to see you on my cloud. You’ll find me riding upon a storm up in skies. That do not seem real in the tapestry of my life. More over is the sound of hurt in loud lightening. What is found…