Poetry

The Story

We toed that line Brain-twisting dysfunction by sublime Who was to say we weren’t in orbit Tumbling down, like we got blindsided Down there was no form to be true…

Mystery

The words He uses them to tell of pure delight Oh man, Oh man do you see the mountain rising Its crest is sheltered over the sunlight Casting upon the…

A Higher Law

Question my mind The answer was unimaginable Subscribe to a higher law it told me And the writ law no longer applies to you What do you mean? I mean,…

Soul Cry

A soul once crawled out from the bowels of the grave That soul knew for sure it was on the road of the dead When a hand pressed to its…