Sandymancan

HAIKU POEM (#2)

Currents in oceans Emotions in devotion Those relative commotions

Quote For The Day

“My skin pigmentation causes your indignation, that’s self incrimination, while my value is self contain, it’s your enter hate that causes you pain”

This descending damming darkness, the merging! this dingy gray shroud of foggy clinging mist. The piercing croak of the toads wouldn’t relent the chaotic chirping sounds of the crickets the devil sent . My psychotic break! death! now watches and waits I’m outside her widow while deciding her fate. Her petite body moving with suchContinueContinue reading “THE DARKNESS IN ME”

THE DAY IS NOT DONE

The day is not done, you loose sight of what life has become. Time spent on innocuous deeds, are indifferent to your particular needs. What are the hopes of a chosen few, above the many who never knew. Then in who should we task? those who choose who will come last. Let’s start to nightContinueContinue reading “THE DAY IS NOT DONE”

Quote For The Day

“Expectations! those demanding things, unrealistic is their usual theme, personal wants lacking realization, the root cause of your frustrations.”

HAIKU POEM (#1)

The tigers grin Heartburn sets in You’ll find no friends

Death In Reflection

On the path for those who choose Tormented soul you’re sure to lose For those of you who are now fools I seek only what will last No longer then the pain of my past Now wearing the strains of my task I recall this hurt that still stings I understand the nature of thingsContinueContinue reading “Death In Reflection”

Quote For The Day

“The truth should define your perspective, maintaining reality is just part of the objective, sincerity will make them receptive” Sandyman

The Holocaust of man

The evil in this story one mad man’s reach for glory, with nationalism’s enthusiastic furor the Nazis would make the whole planet shiver. The seeds were sown during Versailles Treaty, another war started by the wicked and greedy. Like vile vultures regurgitating rotten meat, that war spat out a murderer now feasting on the weak.ContinueContinue reading “The Holocaust of man”

NIGHT SKIES

My first night along, why should I remember that dim misty day a week shy of December Sitting at the window this uneasiness inside as this battle took shape right before my eyes Sweeping in from the east an ill wind did blow this howling of hell whistling like never before A flotilla of cloudContinueContinue reading “NIGHT SKIES”