Mike Jones is known for his song singing about how dey didn’t even want him back when he was smaller, not taller, but now that he’s sipping on some syrup, tipping Vols, chopped, and screwed….dey all up on his jock like chiggers nestling in a campers groin, hoping their host is a soul snatching ginger, that way they’ll be able to evade detection, but if we’re talking about Methuselah, you know that...
Taking sharp precise steps, steeling those once quivering nerves, he slowly pulls his shoulders back causing his chest to rise thereby increasing the capacity of his lungs, readying himself for what awaits. Pondering on the patience, humility , and temperament of that which can be felt just beyond a beautifully crafted door with a shiny and ornate doorknob that seems to have taken on a heart beat...
A generic looking automobile pulls into the driveway, braking, and an anxious man exits the car, making a beeline directly for the mailbox, pulling the door open, he’s hit with an ominous feeling as if some horrific disaster were about to befall mankind. Mind going directly to the apocalypse, end times, and the second time Jesus came on her smiling eager face that was so good at hiding the disgus...
This psychopath who wants to kill me has a psyche, has a thought process, has mind, a drive, a will to live, a reason for being. What is that reason for being? How can you exist within a world where emotional presence is dampened? What need does a creature continue to breathe, fight, and continue living without some type of emotional connection to something, even if with self, it will exist on so...
There once was a greedy insecure man who sought out ways to fulfill their need for a position of superiority, seeing anyone and everyone as beneath them, picking out a single person to ruin their lives and all of those around them, including the entire community, as well as the city, county, state, and country.
Participating in a predatory game that has been set up by private organizations and ...
Surrounded by hoards of people, clamoring for justice, pumping fist into the air, faces all around illuminated by the red blood coursing through their veins, screaming at the top of their lungs spittle shoots out in unknown directions as the judge walks up onto the platform where this court will be held. The crowd dies down in pure reverie of the man in the dark gown sauntering into position, fin...
Fading into a 3rd person overhead view capturing the moment realization come into perspective, just beyond the horizon, feeling these sparks as they fire this way and that, epiphany? deja vu? Comprehension? No, it’s not that he admits to himself as the gears do turn, taking in the environment, feelings/experiences all meshing into the world that is to be accepted as “my reality”
Upon first inspe...
The thought t blazes into thought as I mutter “you knew this all along!” Peering at the ground, shaking my head, I allow the error to sink into my very existence, allowing the fluttering of electrical pulses to take flight, altering my mind to better accompany me in my journey through life.
So imagine it, there’s seemingly infinite funding set aside for all of the worlds distasteful funds, put ...
Endless rows of headstones
Perfectly manicured grass
We are here because of the pass
Loved one- surrounded by roses
As mourners softly wipe nose
Muffled cries heard down the row
Tissue in pockets we hold
emotions do flow
Of funeral to our dearly departed
No better a soul to compose
The symphony of loved beholds
The perfect song- sung or perhaps told
Perfectly coiffed hair I’ll miss
A hint of b...
Stumbling down a dark road, vision blurry, lightheaded, and all the sensations of waking up from a hell of a bender greets your waking hours as he realizes that he’s not in his bed, he’s not even on a paved road, “how in the hell did I get here” he muttered as turning a full circle to look for any signs of familiarity, a sign, light, house, hell….the North Star would be damn lovely, but wait wtf…t...
