An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III

It was September,  or some other irrelevant month that one a soul did read his book and sing her song. Some even celebrate it. Such a thing to celebrate, Nothing worth more stress and relief. It is no slave song or national or social anthem. To come all this way for nothing To Channel theseContinue reading “An Ambiguous Personal Truth: Part III”

The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II

The Cards of logic  stop man from such fates. Yet no. The cruel man lay down at the hands of the other. A smoking barrel and sting paranoia  as the rush away began. So lies dead the worthless soul that did rob our hero. So off into the world of fugative he did run. WithContinue reading “The Battle, The Ballad, and The Girl: Part II”