A fool with a close mind and clenched fist oh, that beleaguered heart sin can’t resist. When pride corrupts the sweet taste of live then give into your hate and don’t think twice. Yes! looking at this world with a twisted view your self-made darkness you don’t have a cue. Find someone to blame toContinueContinue reading “Poisoned From Within”
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Silent Night Holly Fright
Sandymans Quote “The brutality of man at the hands of his fellow-man, the irrationality is what we don’t understand, foul hearts will not hear their cries, oh rotting Libya watching the people die.”
The Will Of A Broken Heart
Those who wonder and don’t know why I often don’t understand don’t even try. The warmth in your smile in pain’s piles that caution in your eyes before hope dies. The will to muster that unconvincing buster oh passions toll before your hand must fold. Then take heed of that power before you lie knowContinueContinue reading “The Will Of A Broken Heart”
The Fool I Was About The Cost Of Love
The gravity of a harden heart, this irrationality that pride would refuse a fresh start. The fierce focus in my lack of forgiveness, the imprudence of my denial would not improve this. This scornful selfishness deceived my anxious mind, I now taste the sourness in sadness a reward that’s all mine My need of thatContinueContinue reading “The Fool I Was About The Cost Of Love”
The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds
These bitter hearts! love speak not from a sinister will oh tender droplets clinging to the soft peddles of the daffodils. This pain brews within the confines of our fallow soul while migrating swallows sing to the whistling wind as it blows Mastery! of this misery those reckless state of minds hear the buzzing bubbleContinueContinue reading “The Human Toll When Hate Unfolds”
Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud
28 years as a prison cop I’ve seen this more than not far too many young men abused to no end, just one more chapter in a life of sin. I bring this story to you and I’m telling you it is all true, but there was nothing I could do prison has a lifeContinueContinue reading “Justice Is Rude Sometimes Crud”
HAIKU POEM (#7)
Tentacles of sin Weed roots digging in The strangulation begins
THE DIFFERENT RAYS OF HOPE
Cast to the aside thy bounty of booty brazen! are these barbarians The dimming light in the eyes of a dying child to weak to rise again The cheetah in the chase, dose the zebra ever know he just cant win The death cries of our neighbor, a fellow human is now committing sin WhatContinueContinue reading “THE DIFFERENT RAYS OF HOPE”
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