The Right Glue

Old.Brittle.Yet,Young,Full of life without much direction.Crackles in every step,But,A drive rolling along as smooth as each drip from my olen wounds.Those tears falling from a broken heart I keep trying to mend,But,Just can't seem to find the right glue…

Never Eat Your Own Knuckle Sandwich!

Grudges.Why do some cradle it with vigilance?Like,A crying baby first held as soon as their born into the arms of their dying mother?Who knows I let mine go,But,How is benevolence maintained when you are shrouded and targeted by those!Mentally frayed by every blow hardly endured from their own fists?As a tenderhearted man seeking atonement,Your heart... Continue Reading →

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