Love, Pride! Why I died

The essence of you in this light your shine defines my empty life. I gaze upon your translucent truths tomorrow lied as I cried for my dying pride. I hear the whispering echos in your calls burning! peeling what’s left of my resolve. So prick my soul and watch me bleed I curse your beautyContinue reading “Love, Pride! Why I died”

In The End A Fool Never Wins

Your moisten mist upon my lips greedily I taste, the fool who waste. If bleached bones stand along in hot burning sand then your taste confounds those binds that bound. Dripping blood from wounded heartsfear of the fool found left in the dark.Heed my words before you cast me a sidethe stab of pride stillContinue reading “In The End A Fool Never Wins”

To Death Do Us Part

Listen! anxious issues avoiding the ashes of agony’s aftermath A gasping grasping grief lacking gratitude, oh stinging solitude. A memory’s mourning numbing nightmare, does anyone care. Incapacitating I’m weak, the incoherent outbursts of the meek. Jaded! fearful feeling a frantic emotional embrace, such a disgrace The poignant impact of this situation, incomprehensible implications Obligations overcomingContinue reading “To Death Do Us Part”

Dysfunction Before Death, Depravity Is What’s Left

(Each Man & Women is an island onto themselves with a bridge to humanity) Dysfunction Before Death, Depravity Is What’s Left Twenty-eight years as a Correctional Officer in California’s State Prison System (retired) I have worked among the heartless, cruel blackening souls with dysfunctional disillusions, sudden acts of violence which conflict reason with confusion.  Continue reading “Dysfunction Before Death, Depravity Is What’s Left”

Life Is Not Nice It Has A Price But Never Twice

The whisper in the wind that’s your mind’s eye you decided to let pass by, it was enthusiastic if not empathetic as expected when not diplomatic could be apathetic, your denial is energetic! which is pathetic before a fool who will regret it. All of which to say when you twist needs and wants when could, wouldContinue reading “Life Is Not Nice It Has A Price But Never Twice”

The Power Of Creation

If I had the power of creation, strength borrowed from thy holy father’s foundation Bless it to be this unshakable reunification  inspirations elevation forged in the fires of loves edification This new birth the manifestation of collective cooperation with renewed dedication the power of unities affirmation Striking down the hostile implications of toxic invocations embodyingContinue reading “The Power Of Creation”