What Will You Admit

Sandyman’s Quote: “The things we try to forget, the actions that didn’t fit pride won’t shield the regret, cooling tears we resent, The fear this represents, this truth we refuse to admit.”

Death, Sin! The Ill in Men

The perpetual prompts of the unprincipled are pollutants your illusion? being obedient to perversion is not collusion. malicious is your wicked heart beating savagely from within the sting of the vicious! keeping the secret dying with a grin. Notoriously neglectful negligence! will contribute to your end among the brutal scares, emotional sins will kill you, my friend. Hostile shouts roamingContinue reading “Death, Sin! The Ill in Men”

Grief Along Is Wrong

How do you seek relief from a bleak bouquet of burden grasping from this engulfing internal strife with despair. incoherent this anguish tender kiss upon agony we fear exhaustion disillusion! distracted conclusion, grief is clear. Mourning merciful memories before the nightmares numb a reconciliation of recollections leaving us only with crumbs Poignant is those preoccupations,Continue reading “Grief Along Is Wrong”

Not Your Problem! You Say!

This will be a cautionary tale that I will endeavor to dispel, accuracy! cause and effect, the psychosis from childhood neglect. This race for such a random rationale for reason I can’t compile, the difficulty wouldn’t be determining disturbance to what degree, the details! of a living hell. Ideas influenced by investigation’s participation, the quality in those queriesContinue reading “Not Your Problem! You Say!”

Prison Pain And The Insane

Tasting the better sweet fruits of fools crying over the gravity of life’s pain, naively self-inflicted while seeking the riches in the forbidden gains, Reality becomes the task masters whip! that snap! before the crack! hell there’s no way back. Drowning in the cesspool of this pity party order by thy own hand, surely theContinue reading “Prison Pain And The Insane”

Arm Yourself

This call to arms has just begun the divine in his divinity that war is won. Dark disciplines among the disciples their indulgence keeps the devil delightful. The fundamental ritual rites of retribution humble! humane humility with proper execution. Returns purity in the pulpits with proper penance essential evidence in satisfying the people’s grievance. FeelingContinue reading “Arm Yourself”

Christmas Joy Add Death! And More

Let Christmas sing! the north star of David shining it’s light on a malicious scene, the cast iron hearts of men, a beacon for the devil’s hatred that’s now leaching in. As the world watch the horror of black immigrants in Libya cream oh Silent Night. the callous hearts of men bucking the head windsContinue reading “Christmas Joy Add Death! And More”

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 theContinue 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 insideContinue reading “The Death Of A Dove”