Master of Their Fate

Buried in his misery, as buried in his hood, he sat inside his vehicle, watching those two stood. He never looked directly, Just reflections on the hood. He could not be an audience of those who have it good. He lit another cigarette And brought it to his face; he twisted in a scowl at ...

The Battle of Boy and Beast

The twisted, gnarled beast inside his head Towered over a frightened little boy. Its eyes set there upon its newest toy. Unarmed, it knew the boy would soon be dead. But first it would have fun and mock his dread, No sense to kill him without farming joy from the fight so as not be ...

Some Advice

The ones you should be wary of Are the people that you trust. You can forget misdeeds from strangers, But from loved ones not so much. The ones who will stay long enough Are those who say they will not stay. Those ones will not shock you When they choose to walk away. If you ...

Winter Once More

Tell me now, my friend, Do you feel the cold again As the wintertime comes nearer to your home? And tell me, if you do, How you plan to see it through. Will you hunker down or choose a Southern roam? The problem with the winter, As it nips and as it hinders, Is that ...

What Love Is

Love is not something you feel, Loving is something you do. Love is about gritting your teeth, And seeing the hard times through. Love is not easy or hard, Love is not passive or fate. Love does not confer a good time, And it can often feel like hate. Love is a product of labor. ...

Unwanted Company

Unwanted company; Like flies between my ears. Their unrelenting buzzing That no one ever hears. Unwanted company; Stuck inside my head. Pestering and mocking me Set to go until I'm dead. Unwanted company; Buried deep inside my brain. Cruel wanton punishment, Negativity and pain. Unwanted company; A smiting from above, Callous in its mission To ...

End Product

I worry not about the how and why, It is instead the what and when I seek. If to the manufacturing you peek, You may find the process feels so awry; So what? Who cares how the sun hits the sky? Would it have less beauty if it were meek in how it cast its ...

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