Cobbled with barbs

Forced to take a road you never saw

Cobbled with barbs and a broken heart

Tragic Poetry

I found an answer hidden on a hillside
Apart from new stones telling the same story

Hurting

Look past the leather wings and claws

The barking guard dog has no bite

6 W’s

WHERE do you find comfort sleeping on a bed of nails

Addiction

Long tentacles with poison thorns thrash about

Touching  innocence and those that never chose

Reality

Panic simmers beneath the skin

Can’t believe what is true

Your fathers God becomes your own

Beyond the Feeders IV

An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image¬†beyond the feeders that lured you here…

Rex “The King”

Rex is Latin for King and a king he was to all of us. He was my friend, my confidant, my protector, my child, my responsibility and a part of my daily life I will forever miss.