Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped

Fear not when the turbulence ill wind’s blowIt categorizes the chronological will of life’s ebb & flow.The woeful refuse to account! willful heart without a doubt,despite the naked truths being volleyed about. The serpent’s kiss the hiss you missed, tongue & fangs concedesto none, holding you back the job is never done.Feeling the sting ofContinueContinue reading “Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped”

War & Murder Christmas together

Man’s cruse upon this world, pain then sorrow those stolen tomorrows. Who will heed the calls with kindness, screams before death that’s life on consignment. The mood continues in an up-roaring swell, lies we will tell our kids while we sing jingle bell; war kills! the weak pay the bill truth! remains concealed. A powerfulContinueContinue reading “War & Murder Christmas together”

You and Me

Points of no return, unsecured values of the past stand firm,this new social landscape where burning pride hides lies.We no longer talk or debate, we scream & holler in frustration,just before accusations, truth be damn! That’s not in the plan. What’s right is no longer factored in, whatever it takes to win!some would say theContinueContinue reading “You and Me”

I Had Thought! On Second Thought

The future is dark deception shines its light Life! unsure of what it’s really all about while it promotes self-doubt. Shaken by the saturation of the social media craze, the numbing of the mind by this momentary faze. Death and destruction when perverts care for nothing, descending depression with the blues, every time you watchContinueContinue reading “I Had Thought! On Second Thought”

Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped

Fear not the turbulence when the ill wind’s blow, It categorizes the chronological will in life’s ebb and flow.  Within these woeful accounts willful hearts will confirm all doubts, despite the naked truths being volleyed about. The serpent’s kiss you’ll never hear a hissing tongue that concedes to none, will even bite for fun. You’llContinueContinue reading “Heed this Tip You Will Be Tripped”

The House of Blues

“Greed for the dreams that money can’t buy, a fool who lose never ask why, coming unglued in grief to sing a sad song, kicking and scratching after it’s gone, point a finger at those who have done wrong, in denial about how they played along, scream and cry someone must pay, still remaining broke atContinueContinue reading “The House of Blues”