Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace

The eerie effects of neglect, an emotional embrace, and its effects when hallowed haunted hardships start, despair in broken hearts. Anguish’s gnawing grasp will beseech, anger lash defies one’s belief deification! disillusionment’s dedication in frustrated contemplation. These confinements of sympathy before grief, agony before peace flowers for the frantic fools forsaken, jaded gratitude’s anticipation. MourningContinueContinue reading “Sympathy Before Grief, Agony before Peace”

What’s Inside You, Bleeds Through

From America to Britain, across Europe, I must submit the deserts and Savanna plains of Africa let’s not forget. Russia before China down through the Asian Pacific Rim Now Australia to New Zealand must I repeat myself again. Onward westward Argentina through the Rain Forest of life From Venezuela through Panama Canal Mexico! before night.ContinueContinue reading “What’s Inside You, Bleeds Through”

The Trials Of Life never Seem To End

The trials of life never seem to end the Sandyman need a maid come in. They say everything has a place, there’s a place for everything so why do my things have so many places it seems. This man cave thing has gone a little too far I peeped into the bedroom and then just closed door.ContinueContinue reading “The Trials Of Life never Seem To End”

Faith Within, Breaking The Chains Of Sins

Criticism to celebrations, common-sense with no deviation accountability instills appreciation, Sandyman’s aspirations. Free my spirit from my sins, in the Lord’s house once again there’s no ideology I will debate, Sandyman will walk in faith. Healing hatred in my past, a constant reminder it should last restraining rage so resolute, my lack of rationale wasContinueContinue reading “Faith Within, Breaking The Chains Of Sins”

With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must

In these times of abuse, fear anger! and love’s misuse the worst of brutal bullies will give you their excuse. Annihilation conspires the concocting of conspirators the curse of cringing cruelty has no use for metaphors. Hair-raising alarm, hate-mongers go wrong! an old song a chauvinistic disguise, abhorrently winning envy’s prize. Dastardly demons decapitating compassion,ContinueContinue reading “With Evils Thrust, This Fight We Must”

Grown! I Can Be, The Kid Still Runs Free

I’ve had a wonderful time here in Malaysia but like the title of my blog you live and learn when you’re wrong it’s earned. As easy going as I am, sometimes the devil finds his way in, and never intentionally will I offend, I can’t stop the Sandyman that’s within. Okay! this was not myContinueContinue reading “Grown! I Can Be, The Kid Still Runs Free”