I don't consider myself to be a poet. I'm a storyteller. Poetry is just one way I like to tell my stories. You can see this by reading most of my work. I also write short stories and I am working on a novel. |
The Jackal comes,
blood lust on his lips...
Life is everlasting,
a plague with no cure...
I know you,
you know me...
We enter the room,
the priest an I...
Your eyes are like the heavens,
they guide me through Hell...
Hello honey how was you day?
I’ve been waiting for you...
I’ve come up hear to get you,
You have feared me all this time...
The Devil is watching,
your death is his thrill...
With yellow eyes he chases you,
Your two legs are no match...
A baby in a dumpster is crying to be loved,
No one knows he’s there shivering in the...
If it comes from within you, it has to be a part of you. |
Look fowoard when you walk, not down. |