I rather not lie like your neighborhood preacher, Screaming for peace, But, Unable to deter demons creeping against my pool of tears, I dive in feet first while I sip drinks underneath a chandelier, I'm not perfect... Within these verses, I am not certain that I will make it out alive, As I shower amongst... Continue Reading →
Daddy
Can't believe I have all three of you kids in my waning life. A triad of purpose I look up to rather than the need to die. A trinity of hope I pray for to live better lives than I did, As I look up at the sky... And write... About how I truly love... Continue Reading →
Weedz In A Bronx Jungle
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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