For The King

Equal we share partof a heart torn apartin incendiary flamelet it let us fuel an art. Night has stolen allwe would hold dear.The king of lies wageswar liberty he smears. Tainted by a color illthe rhetoric is fierce.A land of freedom itat its heart is pierced. Hiding he knows nota care for anyone else.Ripped a…

Just Like You

You’re a shade of what used to be you bright I see your gloom. Your fading try the remedies of a love I a friend will gift a drug. Your center all the way down I cry when I see a tear in your eye. The world cruel, it spins lies spew a truth not…

Skulls On Floors Ignored

Beaten bruise bore in a head a scream of self discovery it reveals an identity. A blood it has fallen on streets so familiar where my mind sees our leaders clearer. Anger lifting me up it is not for my pride. Fire I supply anger it rises as innocents die. I see children leave this…

Devilish Little Riddles

My God knows ferocity so well it’s a generosity for those an animosity I’ve forgiven but falsely. With me in my secrets I have hate and I keep it down in dirt I equipped soil an Eden blood drips. Cries my God he hears them I’ve left in my wake. Release he begs me for…

This Passing Life

Things that make me
happiest I conceive of
are longing embraces
with an innocent love. I’ve been strangled I,
my suffocating crime,
I have tried resuscitate in an err in my mind.

Rebel My Daylight

Enter in to sky to give meaning that’s seeming fastly so fleeting. Start at first it may be sleeping until two three; a song repeating. Daily dance hit the fast life fire’s in you my friend and you I desire. Part from beam of light your rod of sun beckons me as your God. Until…

Destiny Born

Wake up need sugar in that which you sip. Give yourself a pill, push it past your lip. Kill everything away that verses your mind makes you slow down sanity sane is divine. God could you find in the midst a storm drifting along tides seeing destiny born. You’ll have no path no journey to…

As The Earth Cries

Untended to ivy it’s grew you to a new point of view. Has the heat struck you it is fierce feel it as you sit. Just forget it, you’ll ignore the earth cry behind doors. Came we on a place used for freedom we do abuse. Free we pen in hand grow what in dark…

What’s Left Behind

Half-full philosophy I beg you paint a tounge before I go yet more I see a forlorn kingdom. Pour gas on the fire so it matches in your soul. Burn it all down to say you’ve got it in control. Charred remains of it, what has let us be free, gives no one a license…

Paths I’ll Take

World is but field of death; yet our souls do find a rest. Smiles of joy in children I rest in smiles as day it flies. Firm finding is foundation solid ground for sensation. In strength I reach an end. Strong I stop, I begin again. My hole lies next to yours. In your smile…

Wicked Device

I imagine freedom I dream of those places where none singled out defend their faces. A scheme of the devil does construct a hate. That roars as if a lion in society it permeates. Breathe we must go easy and stand so firm. For lessons taught so long must be relearned. Driving out darkness it…

What Lives Below

Feel like an object judge not on my appearances. What each of our skins display are experiences. Origin of spiteful hate it summons ire from eyes that move up and down our skin some do despise. Beneath is solid bone it is a structure all do share. So crash into my pride I now dwell…

Reaching For Another

Asunder goes the sky in desperate dirt dry are not the eyes of life that strike fear inside. The realm of nature is desperately choked to consume us in sorrow where eyes dry not soon. Lives are lost what is there to say to recover? No words can be supplied rather hold we do another….

Death Makes Us Kin

I’m far from being damn special. Yet the reaper finds I’m acceptable. Let coldness for it be reciprocal, it brings us all to be connectable. Berate fellow souls we should not for we can see our common spot. In large fields of tombstone lots we’ll be what the earth has forgot. The grave’s our common…

In The Age Of Bitter Rage

What cost can I anticipate to pay for the ransoms of this long day? My blood, sweat and tears say, until end of days I’ll live this way. Mortar and brick of tainted walls that stand in my way so very tall, stand they where people do fall. A heart do the walls have not…