The whispering
such a dark black arrow
thoughts sinister
**** out of the marrow

if mother's death
came easily
and her last breathe
any but a last tease

It was a dark cowering cave
and I feel so deprived
and short breathe reprieves......

I can't feel a thing now,
no heart beat,
a dime for the kept slow
or a blue winter's wept

A winter's dice for my keep
no shocking of this crypt
Jesus had no clean feet........

Inadequacy
of my foes and fallen
their days weren't

A hate we sick of our defeat
and a FEAT OF  a lost fleet
and how we grimaced a fleece
to each of our day's grimaces

There's no winning and losing
of the random nature of dices
and the human pawns as chess
no longer are such we blessed.


There's a time I was so dark,
and black were all of the spaces
and silence of kids in the park
the red line I ate and divided
Its easy for a creator created
but you weren't ever me.
Try to justify with ****** knuckles
but you assaulted all of my decrees
What's left but the dollars of a pittance?
You wish for me , ashes are scattering
and none are ever remembered........