Lines. All kinds. Ones you snort and stand behind of, Whether you're in pain or searching for something divine. Food for the mind. Food for the heart whenever agony strikes... But, I often wonder what I look for as a writer. Writing and riding on a high I'm fighting as a lifer. Sentenced, An imprisonment... Continue Reading →
God Walks On Our Tears
Sounds of heart monitors consume my ear canals as much as God, Whenever It holds me in contempt. You would think God Itself would be more accepting, Rather than taking the role of your deathly Rosarian, Laying it to rest how it really is. But, I guess even "It" has its moments of hopelessness when... Continue Reading →
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