The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 2

Chapter 2  It all began in the summer of 2008.  My older sister Jill got a job at a charity summer camp as a cook.  My sister said she could have visitors, I had just completed summer school, and the time was perfect for my parents to get away on a trip and Jill wouldContinue reading “The Burden of Empathy : Chapter 2”

The Black Widow : Chapter 3

The Black Widow : Chapter 3 Life is already hard for our teenage heroine Lisa. But life gets even harder when a sexy serial killer starts killing every douchey guy and bitchy girl at her school and she becomes the prime suspect. Until one night when she finally comes face to face with the terrorContinue reading “The Black Widow : Chapter 3”

I Am Not a MadMan

I have been called to my own self defense, I am no madman, I am nothing but a bounty, of love and resource for all, for all who want and               accept it. I am not a madman. I am a presence that makes no        Continue reading “I Am Not a MadMan”

To Question

What ever was there to know, Whatever was there to have on hand to so be questioned. To question answer but on and off again, Sinful friendliness you are no help at all. Only past misconstruction and always trifled hours. 2/16/11

To Find My Docile Cause

To find my docile cause, My own draft of soul and resource. Driven by the Charges recourse, by the agents of fortunes pain of maturities trial nature, what humid steam of humor would elicit the reactions of film’s martyrs, why cannot our acts of past retributes speak for themselves. Speaking, speaking, always speaking of freedoms.Continue reading “To Find My Docile Cause”

Saint’s and the Gold Ink

Saints bargain       night on valor shoots for the          secure voyeur. Very interesting, rid the plan for fault and imagination. Plain view in relevance. Romance, romance, I please do beg of romance. Of burden         chapter past       of social          Continue reading “Saint’s and the Gold Ink”

Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny

Beginnings of their ends, always some brink of crossing thresholds and milestones. When some cross, others pass. When others pass many are unaware of the elevation the neo transcendence of all existential matter, of all everyday trivial and usable time and effort. Brought about wages of conflict striving under the boards like cockroaches that theyContinue reading “Cross or Pass the Threshold and Behold What is Destiny”

No More and Never Was

So stings the said cruelty of nothing more than words. True to the moraless morals unethical ethics. What blind robot is unbiased? Can a critic be so dry of emotion they can judge unfairly? HA! Sweet bias is what drives our sight of insight upon sight! Feel that which is no more. No more, andContinue reading “No More and Never Was”

All is and are blank, Parody of the Selves

The nuisance of existing in such trying times. All is blank and all are blank and harsh and spoiled are the years. Everything is now just a parody of itself. God is dead, and so is satan and all their followers are in denial. Still wishing, and calling, praying and screaming, “Help!” 8/10/10 

Foul Hours Before the Sweet Embrace of Night

The Hours are foul. The Sun Sets. I must begone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid the adieu, and move on to the night anew. 7/27/10

That Which Cries to Fear A Waste

Yes and I again return to the charge that is my pity, Unwarranted, Unwanted, constant rapacious and facetious, Constant upon the negative fear and change, Fear and change of that which is unchanged, unspoken, Unwarranted. Contrived and conceded A Waste, A Waste! but at all and as such a waste for the better a wasteContinue reading “That Which Cries to Fear A Waste”

Say Why, and Wonder…

Sorcerers, Kings, Drugs, and other anachronisms whose shocks are dead, whose fear is not, whose echo bares no echo who so dares be sought of some pain, some truth, some pointless dreary beggars sordid mature evolve. Sorted on some contrived agreement some false ideas about other even more false ideas, false ideas Upon false ideas,Continue reading “Say Why, and Wonder…”

The Hours are Foul

The hours are foul. The sun sets. I must be gone from this hell, and off to a place of rest. So I bid thee adieu, and move on to the night anew.   7/27/10