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Stares Of Grey Form Her Frame… His Aura Strong With Discontent Empty Of Tame… Offers Of Kindness She Gives With Humble… So Beset On Rudeness Is Today His Stumble… Three Steps Of Grey Misery Or Useless Joy… Moments Of Rancor O’ So Short But Still His Ploy… A Gesture Of Charity But Paid With The […]

The Coffee Is Black Same News Same Intrigue… My Eyes Hurt Less No Spunk Much Fah-Tigue… The House Once Noisy Now Sounds Silent… My Soul Greets The Body My Spirit Feels Violent… A Trek To Some Place And Just To Slave… But To Suffer Is Keen For Notoriety We Still Crave… Today Is Not Similar […]

Now Comes The Tale Of The Thirty Third Song… It Makes A Ring You May Say It’s A Throng… Men Come Short Of Action While Words They Flex… The Thirty Third Number Is An Ancient Codex… Kingdoms Did Rise And Indeed They Fell… The Thirty Third Song Became Words Not To Tell… Here Say The […]

The Mother Was Prepared For The Timely Birth… One May Say That The Father Was Too… A Life Was Soon Brought To This Earth… Gifts And Love Were Given With A Nicely Paired Shoe… But Soon Things Got Serious And Changed… The Parents Wished Their Child A Good Life… With Stress And Strife They Arranged… […]

Do You Remember That Man ‘Drobed In Black… Do You Remember He Asked What Was Your Scare… You Told Him To Go Away In Angst… You Told Him Into Here You Come I Would Not Dare… Do You Remember His Repeated Knocks At Mental’s Door… Do You Remember Your Flow Of Speech To Him Ever […]

Some Say It’s Only A Dream Or Even A Vision… But I Tell You The Story Of Desire Without Derision… The Sound Of Sweetness And Vision Of Euphoric Life… O’ Such Is The Beauty Of My Wife… Cosmic And Magical Like Sweet Nectar Already Flowed… She Makes My Seed Wants To Be Soy’d… More Joy […]

Once Young Now Old Is A Thing I Heard In Religion… It’s Ironic That I Can Now Think Without Manipulation And Division… I Took A Turn Onto The Road Labeled Common Sense… It Took Me Further From Church But Closer To GOD With Little To No Offense… As The Story Goes I Was Able To […]

There Was A Life I Just Lived Complete With Many Hyphens And Several Commas… I Took On This Life With No Choice It Filled Me With Some Joys And Plenty Traumas… A Person Is At Their Best When They Face Their Fears… When Used Right Traumas Went From Being My Harms To Becoming My Peers… […]

I See The Night Visions In My Head… On Paper I Will Make Them A Mural… I See The Day Visions On Their Energy I’m Fed… In Front Of Me They Seem Plenty And Plural… Paint The Prose And Describe With Pencil… Let Neither Thought Or Idea Go To Waste… Ease The Mind Let The […]

They Say I Can Go Back… So I Said How About Twenty… Will You Change Things Any… So I Said Not Much Not Plenty… They Say I Can Go Back… So I Said How About Now… Will You Reset Things Any… So I Said Is It Will Or Is It How.