I told her that it is still alive and kicking and has an ever growing audience. There are some things that tend to push it into the nether regions as far as the every day experience goes. The majority

Map of Beauty Love me; love me tonight –under this moonlit World filled with chaos. In only seconds your  Hands, they have begun to map my body’s beauty In fear this will be the last time in

Hate Speech In your vaunted halls of tolerance You of the virtue signalling dance I see you chanting as if in a trance Demanding equality and a chance Speaking of free speech as a rule You deem what you

They stretch from sea to sea; From shore to shore. Like Bright stars upon the dark They light our path to freedom. Without hesitation they run Towards the battlefield. Giving Any and all civilians the

During the waking hours of the Night she lies peacefully upon My side of the bed; it was always Her bed. Even when we were Wrapping souls within the dream World; it was her bed. Sitting here Putting pen

Words are weaved into that Of a grape-vine train. Laying its Tracks upon the ears of those Standing on the outside looking In. Must look like such the simple Life; the simple life where my Needs are met

I can fix everything With other people's money I can educate everyone With other people's money I can solve health care issues With other people's money I can solve hunger With other people's money I can

We gather together to show the World our love for Christmas. We Turn our normal living spaces Into light shows for all to witness. From the sidewalk lighting to the Roof top guest we place to bring Christmas

On some levels of this world “Twenty dollars” is just that; Twenty dollars. What if I told you There is more to that of “twenty Dollars;” would you believe me?, Or would you remain to believe “Twenty dollars”

Dry humping a curtain rod The creature fell from the sky Grinning wildly with a nod Willing it to take off and fly Who sold it this shoddy wreck For Two And A Half Coins Promised was a wondrous trek When

Drink Shat Where is the cat? Fecal shiner Unholy Shriner Chasing me on his cart Draining mind flame Screaming rhyme game The word of lords lying for ladies Prancing hordes Eschewing Maybes Orc tattooed

It was there in the distance My hand above my eyes I couldn't see What? A shake of my head Is it something audible I listen but I'm not sure I hear What? A glimmer of worry tastes of fear Is it simply

Dry though I stood there Dust wispy settled hair Blowing billowing tumbleweeds Tattered jeans where something bleeds Sheltered eyes beneath my hand Cracked and parched where I stand Looking far though

This is my newest single. Recently released by ADSactly Records, this song is titled To The Moon. This song has generated more buzz than I assumed it would. Not only here on Steemit but locally as well!

First they came for the patriots In the name of security they restricted and spied on them I did nothing as I wasn't saying anything restricted Next they came for the smart children In the name of leaving

If you hear someone you don't like or that you have frequent disagreements with say something there can be a danger of immediately looking for the fleshy soft spot that you can stab with your verbal knife.

And there on the table lay the book of the trust Opening it scatters the dust in the shafts of sunlight A sense of foreboding fills the room Do the shadows seem deeper? Is the room colder? This was the

Dark voices dance in the mist the crash of the digital craze Dark corners that mental itch Scratching, Breathing, a maze Soul sucking greedy witch They say its simply a phase Treatise of minds fly in the

This is a steem/steemit community related post. I've been here almost 13 months now and I've seen some cycles. I have noticed something though, and I want to approach this subject in what may seem a bizarre

Hello Fellow Steemit Followers and Peeps, First and far most I want to apologize for the delay in my posts recently. Life has been a bit crazy around here and what not, but I want all of you to know that