God did not create religion. He created man, he then commanded man to multiply and fill the earth. In that very instant, he gave man a precious gift; love, because he said; Love me, then love your brother like you would yourself. Religion is a weed sowed into man's heart by the ruler of the … Continue reading What is Your Drug?
It is looming like the sword of Damocles. After my post a few weeks ago regarding communications, I made some headway that shed light on my personal relationships. I had a Eureka moment, in fact, a large chunk of unprocessed memory didn't only return, but they make sense now more than ever. My inquisitive sister found my mum's … Continue reading Twenty-one Curses
A shot of moonshine Every night before bed With Mr. Eddy or Tigger My head rests on lilac feathers A plethora of stars revolve my crown picture perfect is mundane, so I've been told. Too frequently my eyes droop So I pry them open The night raves by A shot of vodka … Continue reading Reverie of an Insomniac
A blank slate. I've hit a wall and I'm intently searching the recesses of my mind for anything worth writing, a scribble even. Really, it's not that I've hit a wall. Quite the opposite actually, I am a dreamer, I hope my visions will never cease, but the block is irrefutable. Communication being a tool … Continue reading Metamorphosis
Beware the Ides of March! An era of restoration draws nigh. Angel dust spored by genies Replenishing our life forces Redemption from forbidden promises. Louver and lovers past. Sow wild oats of nymphic desire A monsoon of authentic colors A new moon pours bourbon for the soul Inebriating us insidiously … Continue reading The Anthem Of Spring
Matilda sat on the first row. Clasped hands to her midriff, the holy book at her heel, listening to congregate voices, bellowing a tone she'd known since was born with all their energy, they sounded like an approaching thunderstorm. The man she called father sat on a pulpit, glaring earnestly at the crowd who sat with their … Continue reading The Preacher’s Daughter
You know me Every coarse line and grit on me was borne from your mind I evolved from squiggles, shades of you Yet to explore dimensions of all that I am But doubt hauls into your mind It trivializes me Claiming that I, as a reflection of you, We are not good enough So you … Continue reading Between an Artist and His Art