They Call You Ambition

My Letter To The Devil I’m more than just a little curious you restore calm amongst the furious. *** It is like your hands wave a wand. One minute there it is then is gone. *** You are no Christ born carpenter you want aggrandizement when through. *** A heaven’s hell is stoked by treason;…

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…

Uneasy Epiphanies 

Vexed I can get and spiteful sprees, after she embarked to part from me. It’s no stranger, upon occasion, my heart has had seeping abrasions. Consumed I can get sleepless phantoms, cold holes so low; defeatest anthems. It’s a result of all my emotion trusting in hands chiding commotion. Scoffly I curse as dreams are…

A Hand Reaches Back, The Blindness Of Pride

Sometimes my wisdom must pull my pride back to reality and it asks me… Have you walked where I’ve walked? Have you tread where I have tread? Have you seen what I have seen? Have you bled what I have bled? Dragging feet through the thick snow, traversing the peaks of the highest cliff, staring…