Where Eagles Fly

We must speak today at this moment then oppose those who would become an opponent, the propaganda publicizes the particulars, it’s resolute, absolute! it’s perpendicular. Surviving the shrills in the shootings the toxins are tracking this predator not evolution, must this symbol be threaten! the impact of pesticides on our wetlands. Feeling those up liftingContinueContinue reading “Where Eagles Fly”

The Lighthouse Beam

Our journey starts the die was casted it was ingenious yet indigenous to our past, casting shadows over station shoals then hear the cries of seamen when it’s beam unfolds. We our outward bound now let the fishing begin, as our nets are filling fast it looks like a win. Gusty drizzle in the cloudy freezingContinueContinue reading “The Lighthouse Beam”

The Bend In The Road

In this theory of ever changing life I’ve been told comes the time of the bending of the road, many expectations will give way to neglect, un-used persuasion will turn into regret. The many causes of death to a dream the lack of action is just one yet extreme, lacking truthfulness in one’s falseness ofContinueContinue reading “The Bend In The Road”

THE LACK OF REDEMPTION

(A Short Story of Tragedy! Revenge! And It’s Tragedy! Part 1 ) THE TRAGEDY March 20th, 1961 the first day of spring in Boston, Massachusetts this Atlantic Coastal region of the United States, where the vile violation of rape! stripped innocence! the twisting of comprehension, leading to the lack of redemption. Which brings us toContinueContinue reading “THE LACK OF REDEMPTION”

The Night Of The Bite

It was a clear cool night that was full of hallucination, as I slept my body convulse to those unknown anticipations. This dark shroud descending upon me was complicating my dream’s revelations, that was the reason for my hesitations. Then this raven hair beauty with cat eyes that had a red rose color hue! thatContinueContinue reading “The Night Of The Bite”

Let Ye’ Be Not Forsaken

I stumble along on thy internal path, why can’t I see! then how long will it last? a story through time now that has passed, scornful my deeds now that I’m tasked. These unknown meanings  in my wasteful dreams, provocatively tormenting my rotting seams. That’s twisting my faith in this higher power, those preposterous claimsContinueContinue reading “Let Ye’ Be Not Forsaken”