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this is the writing on the wall penned in pixels as i cry out to the digital expanse a fit of fervor for Facebook and a touch of t..

Riddled with ridiculous rosaries...

Oh, Blasphemers! You speak so highly unto yourselves To fulfill your needs. A need for power! Money & Power & Greed! Yo..

I am disaster malevolent mayhem to tear you down to a skeleton of yourself My mouth bluster with damage & spite but My eye ..

Forty lashes to my broken back Till you're laughin’--Spinal Tap. Broken, humerus, unlikely facts-- Lacerations seeping black. ..

“Why do you speak with nothing to say,” I ask again Almost every day. Small talking Without walking the same kinda way..

Please, liberate me from this life-- This bronze-plated, ill-fated lie. Take it apart, I’m begging, please. I need something ..

Unfettered and untamed But the boatman passes blame. Tells me I’m bound for Hades Shore, And so I say I’ve been the..

poetry about poetry...

They cut you so deep Covered you in scars. They still make you weep, Throwing stones from afar. And you’re stuck here again, ..