Wanting the want awaiting glue fixing nothing to be fixed. Broken never Broken stolen losing focus pressed upon me: The Past Everlasting saline blasting hearts smashing mine from behind, breaking knives inside my insides torn intestines splitting jagged veins blood stains: what happened back there, that library of pain walled before I could read; lockedContinue reading “Daughter of the Son of Blood”
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SELF-DESTRUCTION: PART ANGEL
I am the fire in your soul I am the self you can’t control I am the violence in your brain I am the low you must sustain I am the dancer on your wood I am the know You think you should My mind and body tear your soul I am the self youContinue reading “SELF-DESTRUCTION: PART ANGEL”
Help Never Arrived in Homs
The stoic yet heart-filled war-correspondent, Marie Colvin, remains with us in spirit. At a time like this one must ask oneself, “Why write?” The practice of writing is irreplaceable. Colvin left behind truths undiscovered by the mediocre minds underlying the American-Media-Machine. CNN’s team pulled out of Homs, Syria. Marie Colvin breathed her last breath inContinue reading “Help Never Arrived in Homs”
