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My Four Walls
Imagine, my dear John… How despite decomposition, your seeds inspired growth! Indeed, imagine there’s no heaven – stripped to core…
On Writing
Many have asked whence flow these words; meat of muther, I truly do not know. Prose to the writer is…
State of Affairs
People keep warning how this crusade for broken souls will cost my own While I hear and respect all opinion,…
Tears of a Soldier
At eleventh hour of a has-been life, the painted poet bows an ink-weary head in void ’twixt day and risen…
Unmarked Grave
Does it ever get easier? Any Respite From anger From cancerous Tear Does it ever shift Or Drift A w…
Of State & Affair
Good people, We’re entering uncharted waters, where shifts toward New World Order are inevitable. Change will happen incrementally so as…