Different Kind Of Strum – Day 343, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Guitars I don't strum,But,I pull on heart strings,Making anybody sing to the beat of their own drums.A musician I'm not,But,Making someone smile is instrumental to my life while I find a reason to live without much,To my name.After all,I' an artist full of pain,Painting a picture for anyone looking for more than a moment to... Continue Reading →

Women Matter More Than Opinions! Day 2. The Reset.

Who cares about anyone's opinion?I'm more worried about making good women smile in a world full of raging idiots,As my way of saying sorry for once being one myself…So,You can joyfully kick rocks over to your own grave when criticizing me.I've made mistakes,But,I've owned up to them!Entirely.Winded,But,Well worth the effort to release this madness stuck... Continue Reading →

Rhythm Of Woes

Sorry…But,Nowadays,All I can find myself saying is,How difficult I've made my own life by giving up my time to,The demons in my mind who frolic where my eyes can't see…The,Only company I've had for the last 5 years while I starve to death!For,Somebody's love… Still,Sorry that,I am not sorry for.My woeful rhythms.Flows of sound led... Continue Reading →

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