Parturition
War. War with one. War with everything you compromise. To see through your blue eyes. Time. Time is done. The moment you can't count time. Oh your done. The mutation…
War. War with one. War with everything you compromise. To see through your blue eyes. Time. Time is done. The moment you can't count time. Oh your done. The mutation…
In the garden of Pneuma. Monsters search for, all the weakest, links in sight. Fire and brimstone, run the halls. Of what the, people did consume, one day And I,…
You make me love like stinging green. Try to hold on to what you need. I can’t stop or I’ll never know. I need this time to try and grow. …
http://lifeofadyingpoet.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/07/Oceana.mp4 Oceana released as a poem on 9/25/11 It became a song and is also inspiration for a short story or novel that I have been writing for some time.…
Ben Lamb, Ben Lamb, Find your way to cure them. Abhorrent and rotten, is what’s left of our skin. From the deepest of oceans. To the darkest of rooms. Ben…
Dear Death,How many times do you need to wish you were dead? To bash your head into the wall, and wait for that sweet tune till you realize that by…
There is a time for luck and faith. There is a time for greed and wealth. There is a time for the local economy. There is a time for truth…