Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste

Would I be the figment in the folklore, oh fiery foolish fabricated fairy tale for feeble fascinations. The creative charisma in crisis cruelties, forces favors in the forgery of fiction, curse apprehension. Bizarre fallacy brews in mythical heroics, dreaded demon deeds at hand, some just call me bogeyman. Embrace allusion, even give it to theContinueContinue reading “Fictions Face, An Intimate Taste”

The Death Of A Dove

Enduring this clear crucial moment in time, oh crude intolerance you’ll find, this obedient impulsiveness that is mine. Looking into a hostile heart of imprudence, within villainous shadows of ignorance, yes genuinely gifted, vile and then vindictive. Now looking upon the gentleness of her face, while still trying to hide my disgrace, the loathsomeness insideContinueContinue reading “The Death Of A Dove”

The Devil Is In The Details

I going to ask you this question? I’ll be tact please hold your aggression, can you ever get pass your narrow point of view, or is that offending to you. Sometimes I fail to understand the intentions of my fellow-man, with death and destruction in that news flash! why do some always ask, what’s theirContinueContinue reading “The Devil Is In The Details”

The Giving Of Thanks Because Of who I Am

I started this blog early this year and just like the unknown ripples in life itself I was side track two months into this blog. The next four following month I was distracted by personal events, things I couldn’t prevent. I met those challenges and gain a new appreciation for the gifts in life fromContinueContinue reading “The Giving Of Thanks Because Of who I Am”