Standing in the shadow of death not knowing if its going to be a bullet or lump of shrapnel waiting out there for you. The only thing on your mind now is, will it be a led bullet or just a lump of metallic metal. As the night sky lights up All around you but […]Read More It’s a battle.
We live in dangerous times, we’re a life is cheap enough, that no one side can afford to let the other know, if one should die or one should live. Yet everyone can file for a divorce or petition for a form of freedom! But is this justice or just a form of righteousness, yet […]Read More Justice, and righteousness is it for everyone, or just for everyone else.
Looking out of my glass staind window, at the people that walk on by. I wounder do they know what master bates is doing behind those staind glass windows. To rage against the crowd that’s gathered and screaming out your name, as you stand naked behind that stained glass window. As the rain washes aways […]Read More Boomtown City
Standing in the rain on my own, Running up the stairs into my room, banging my head off the wall. No need to ask if there’s is any mail. Load up your gun now or put that knot in your rope now. Standing still letting the rainwater fall onto your head through that small hole […]Read More When chaos rules, its your rain that falls on down.
A poem, did enter my head but it’s words did leave me! Unknowing what it did mean. As I did gaze upon the paper! blank in my expression at the wordless paper set before me . Confusion did now rain! As the perfusion of its words cascade across the paper, before me in an uncorrupted […]Read More Poetical word blindness.
I would stand under a tree, put my hand on a lighting rod in the middle of a storm, just to feel my hair burn. What’s your problem man, is this my life? Or just someone else’s. If this is what you can call life, well fuck me, it’s hard. When you don’t no why […]Read More If lighing could only hit me now, I wouldn’t lose a second of my composure.
Sunlight shone upon the golden velvet of Moss that had gathered at the foot of the old bog Road. As the old Earl, he did step form out of his stately castle doorway. To the sounds of the flowing silver river. It was at the gathering of its waters. At sandbanked grotto, were the kingfisher […]Read More An Irish county estate .
My dear brother, why do you always have to try and fill that vide, thats left behind in the fading light of a dieing romance . Ho why, When you have already tried, beyond that point we call love. She defend this her living darkness. That we can only now call her hate, for it […]Read More My dear brother .
Time to bleed for the unworthy lover for she did play the game ho so well. The clash of cold Steel and the Sparks of a forgotten life hangs, within the balance. As her experience lover, extrude within his own confidence upon his younger opponent. The duel now nears it’s end as she brushes from […]Read More The duel.
She had to close down everything, she had to just empty out her mind, she did shut her eyes, so that you could feel her pain! In her dark and dingy basement, she did but open up my mind to the extraordinary erotic pleasures of not knowing. I did not see or feel the dirt […]Read More When it all fell into place.