Battles Into The Night

Burdens of innuendo,soil all that is clean,in the fabric that is ustogether we’ve seen. Spoiled is a spirit thatalready has all that itcan bear a spite in airI possess I will admit. Bitter looks across allrooms of happy homesare in bitter conflict it’swhat we don’t condone.  What are you lookingat while you now stareat my…

Where I Dwell

My wasteland it is dryis not found so fertile.I take a step back I seein mind places I defile.    Wisps of some smoke itgrabbed me life it chokedout the breath within me;words happy were broke.  I’ll try draw for you theview of that to my Edenso that you can see pathsI found of ease…