Burn With Purpose
“B U R N W I T H PURPOSE” This fire now consumes me; in thundering fury, falls silent my souls lament.
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I alone it’s genesis, self-righteous cure;
Quell my thoughts and torments, in self destruction.... Read More...
Poetry: Across the Sea
Little Jimmy joined me
Across the waning light
We left behind six siblings
In the black of night
We went across the water
Killed foreigners with our hands
Threshed men like useless fodder
Across dea... Read More...
Poetry: Fearful Heart
Steady your legs. Brace yourself for war.
Death mustn't trouble you. It is yet another door.
Boundaries, simply, in a country or man divided.
Join the throngs with bravery.
Fearful heart be united.
Da... Read More...
Poetry: Nightstalker and Other Sad Tales
Nightstalker Pt. 1 I saw bleating sheep and a dying asp
Where the wind pressed its will upon solemn grass
I watched nightfall come and saw you pass
Delirious Shepard with your perfect mask I heard ... Read More...
Poetry: Brotherhood and Loss
Sometimes I write in order to express pain. I don't always know what I want to say but the message I want to convey is to speak my truth from my injury, to share a story about my loss, and a hope that someone's... Read More...
Poetry: The Coming Fire
"Adorn them in hammered ribbons of gold Bloodstones for the weak, rubies for the bold. Ships to the sea with God’s holy fire; Burning prow alight, mortal Viking’s pyre. Ravens in the eaves watch gho... Read More...
Poetry: Seppuku We Die Every Day
Have you ever dropped your gaze at a man approaching
Have you ever fought the fear that was encroaching
Have you ever
Have you ever
Have you ever strode naked without your vices
Have you ever walk... Read More...
Poetry: Lost at Sea
We swam on shipless oceans
Carried forth on rolling winds
Heard mermaids through sea grass singing
Our journey of wonder begins Lost in eddyless waters
No man must pay for my sins
Lights that twinkle, m... Read More...
Poetry: Redemption
White stag runs o'er the silent slain Black hearted hunter yearns to live life again Bloody tracks break o'er an open plain Red hearted prize for what was lost and gained Sunset crosses and a Hell... Read More...
Poetry: Sold Out
You ever look in the mirror and see the man in front of you? I do. I see myself and know that everyday I am alive is a good day to rewrite the rules. Set it off man! Burn those boats down and don't you ever loo... Read More...