Who Holds The Cards?
One’s the laden self that bows his head to pray The other a rebel with a tattoo across his face. […]
Poetry
What Self-loathing Type Of Shared Misery Is This?
Why is having more important that being? Why have we prided blindness over seeing?When did the type of fork matter
Sonnet 1 – Hell absolute, Still We Stand
Poisoned is the blackened tip of my soul Present a gaping hole, alone, alone So turbulent these waves of thought
Three Men and A Wondering Son
Anything done with the ego is a self sacrifice to the devilAnd I’m not saying that the ego is the
The Fate Of An Oleander Garden
Stand down, here’s a shot of whiskey. Don’t go treading into the mud like that.Heart’s weary, restless and wanting, Every
