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 embodyingContinueContinue reading “The Power Of Creation”

Love Denied I Died Inside

She called out to the thorns and thistles pricked the reality of me it was not to be. Defiant shame bored thy blunted name harsh hated seeds bitter forgotten needs Malice of hearts in the unsweetened fruits envy’s frustrated pursuits among dying roots. Hush the hostile swarms are elated! overly jaded an unforgiving painful tooth agitatedContinueContinue reading “Love Denied I Died Inside”

How Are You Living, Are You Giving

How you living? Will you take that extra step to extend a helping hand the mundane moments of life were appreciation begins. Can you judge not when having such a restricted view an unknown number of extenuating facts you never knew. Will you go along to get along because of the cost in sight canContinueContinue reading “How Are You Living, Are You Giving”

Passion! The Key To Satisfaction

Passion! what is your participation no! I don’t harbor any condemnation. Within the cynical’s perception will you respond with truth or discretion? I say it’s idealistically intuitive for the emotionally immature it’s not relative. unattainable by the dullards who are diminutive obviously, it’s not imperative. Neither animal nor vegetable those who lack it call itContinueContinue reading “Passion! The Key To Satisfaction”

A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End

Mum’s this mythic muse inaudible harmonics in articulated interpretations When wisdom concedes dubious foul-mouthed fracas before confusing speculations   Feeling the wear and tear time scrapes and scolds weathered skin breaks in the cold The surreal symphony of syllable never said at death a life in review never once had I said I love you. ContinueContinue reading “A Sin To Begin Tragic At The End”

The Tides Of Love

I fear not the needs of a weary heart driven into the confines of internal confession, Nor will I concede to the articles of conformity by making undue concessions. I see! the demands put forth by such rich and giving blue eyes eager to strip me of all free will. Yet no words from the silent lipsContinueContinue reading “The Tides Of Love”