I remain to my cause true championing a selfless truth, let the world rage and shout let her vile volcanoes boil can the winds quake Everest? Sticks or stones may break my bones speakers or looters may paint me black, but a Stephen, I lift my face to lofty heights that be sublime freedom, justice … Continue reading Brother Stephen
How can I live With pain this grave How can I grieve When my voice breaks My soul is numb Tears have ceased My breath falters And this heart creaks I am lost, chained to this torture Slaved to a heart that burns beyond measure When death came hunting In a senseless spree of pleasure. … Continue reading Pain Lives
Love with my whole? Laugh with my heart and soul? Trust and damn my right? Flowing the love kite? Love without spite? When friends turn fiends, despite My true affectionate flow, Stronger and upwards their wicked passion grow. Calm, no revenge, no retaliation? After series of intentional molestations, Unending mockery in absolute flex Of flipping … Continue reading Without spite?