Victim

Beautiful art, without a signature, Spider, Be proud of your work. Why do you hide there? Ashamed of your creation, the role you’re born to play? Do you mourn for the victims of the lies you convey? Knowing that you’ll trap them empirically, Feeding on their flesh, vampirically, Just like you did with me. CopyrightContinue reading “Victim”

Bullied

The sounds of the crowds around me, drowning My thoughts. I ought not to be fraught with Jealousy, indelibly. To hell with me; To hell with them. Endlessly rendering Judgment and grudges, uttering loveless Orgies of words. Gorging on stories that are more or less Lies that are cited as wise. Their eyes always dryContinue reading “Bullied”

Rain is a Poem

Rain itself is a poem – Sounds that are rhyming, Rhythmic timing, Dark and foreboding or sweet and endearing. It can be touching and light, Or it may drench us like So many tears. Short and sweet – A cloud burst; Or it may be the worst Storm we have seen. Interpreted differently, It mayContinue reading “Rain is a Poem”