“The amount of effort determines the level of comfort ask not why we die but how hard we try before we have to say goodbye” Sandyman
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The Good Fight Backs Right
“Let God bear witness to the beast of our burden laid upon man by men, a willful cry before those who die for they shall not past before we put this wretchedness to task.”
Sandyman
I’m a man of strength with an iron will forge from hot liquid molten steel. Yet I believe in love and compassion thy God almighty tempers my reactions. You can call me Sandyman your poet with a plan, together we will stand when the shit hits the fan. I see the unending toil of the CambodianContinueContinue reading “Sandyman”
Eaze What’s Wrong With A Song
Murphy’s Laws Are After You
Well Damn if you do Damn if you don’t Murphy is ready to take a big dump Close your eyes you still may hear dragged in the mud is now your fear when you get your turn it may sting or burn
Live Bold Or Die Cold
You must choose the voice that’s in your head who else will decipher the things that are read? That dream not cultivated because it wasn’t fed the pain not said your regret on the deathbed. These hoots and howls the heckles of hucksters we hem and haw before dealing with a disruptor Mew the moansContinueContinue reading “Live Bold Or Die Cold”
The Night Before Christmas
The night before Christmas shit just wasn’t right the DA issued a warrant Swat would end my night. Santa would come and go my bail was out of sight the plea agreement offered my ass they would bite. So ho ho ho now down to my last few lines of blow they wire-tapped my phoneContinueContinue reading “The Night Before Christmas”
The Beauty That Is Vietnam
This island fortress that is the heart the surrounding moot that keeps you apart That epic collision between wants and needs the emptiness will burn will you conceded.
The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me
The Ghost I see, the ghost in me, it must be the cringe from within, this curse for my sins. Wicked ways I have enslaved the hearts of men I’m the task I’m the lash, they fall, a heap of trash. They came to loot! lingering sting tasting my fruits a delightful demise! this demeaningContinueContinue reading “The Ghost I See, It Must Be Me”
Commandments Confrontations, Man’s Condemnations
You will atone! for your pagan perversion of deity a chorus of infidelity demagoguery! inflammatory proclivities. The incessant dogma of hedonism over baptism a congregation embroiled in the dark disciplines of Satanism. Savior this sinful society your shrine before its altar. virtue’s validation! vibrations bring verification! the alter will falter. Repent! before the ritual ritesContinueContinue reading “Commandments Confrontations, Man’s Condemnations”
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