Upheaval

Taking fairy talea Dad with child,it is in the voices,love in their smile. Wave rushes crashon the furrow browwhere air turns mesee tombstone now. I reflect not off stonethe ground as hometells us be replete intruthes we try own. A shadow creeps aform turns so cold.As the wind screamsI a champion hold. In my statue…

Dark Of Sorrow

Once upon a time, in the sky was born a place reserved for those who are torn. Pacify cope smoke the fumes of devil so that as you go a simpatico levels. So far down look swing does cloud? It surrounds all tis bullshit down now. You seem frantic but I hear not any one…

Trouble Of Troubles

Dear I’ll go to embrace neck your pretty face. Time gone empty hole destined is aged soul. It sudden please tell her I ask where hell. A child bold places cold until choices are known. She walks flames path not to take hand’s grab. I’ll cry over an imagined death seeps I now Kraken. Reckoning…

Worthy Battles

Sometimes rage releases from me. Torn is all reason I a fire I breathe. I would be but a simple simpleton. Yet below a scalp bewildered I run. A thought drawn in pounding veins, blazes as if a fire I project all of pain. The narrow hedge that keeps hidden me from seeing a beauty…

I Damned Burn

The light full once it there now drips lit sorrow in air. Godess of an earthly orbit watch unfold life’s torment. I see wailing I hear the sobs. Innocence of life is robbed. Corrupt made is a method it our humanity hate eclipsed. All reasons it a day it passes to bury a hurt more…

A Pain To Suffer

What is this rubble here? Ask me see I shed no tear. *** Hide I’ll not a heart’s rage. I do it so to remain sane. *** I’m mortal I feel pierce a spear of fear, red eye pain. *** It is a whip a lash to a face that a heat it my eyes…

Ingested Black

Demons crawl up and surface to spit all black ill of a purpose. Heard a tounge, it swelled taste. It turned bland all that sustains. No feeling wind no trumpet plays inside your ear for you this day. March you to a beat your chest pounds quickly in life’s distress. Drill in deeply I search…

Consuming Crypt

Cradle me broken with an air despair awaits me as I look into mirror’s glare. *** Aloft a thought it flows up to a hell; shattered glass cut my feet they swell. *** I punch glass break it is upon the floor; onward I do endure what I can’t ignore. *** I’ll not be so…

Appropriate Anger

“Be ye angry, and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” (Ephesians 4: 26-27 KJV) The beach against the tide has nowhere it can hide. Were it a soul against spite, mercilessly the spite derides. For those without sight or those who can’t fight mercy pleases God’s eyes as we offer…

The Greatest Injustice Of All

Ive tried to write this three times. So here is the final final penultimate birthing of some very crucial information. There are many times I write. I write when I’m angry, sad and happy. The outlet is particularly birthed by the lack of judgement that a mind experienced when consuming too much alcohol. I’m sure…

Blame Bloodies The Feet

Blame is like revolving moving only to go nowhere, There I found a low place by shattering vessels I threw there. There I learned nothing my anger is like glass on the floor, I removed my shoes of discernment so now my pain is so much more. I threw down what I fancied that which…