Your Imagination is Grand

    Imaginations are amazing!     Do you remember growing up, how teachers, parents and other leading adults would say that your imagination wasn’t meant for the everyday? It’s funny how wrong that is, considering that we use inventions and tools that came from someone else’s imaginations!     Since the imagination can be used to do…

Warning!

I want to open up this blog about Etienne A. Gibbs. Host of In The Author’s Corner. Crook. Pastor. We recently did a radio show interview which led to me doing a giveaway for India. This didn’t go as planned because Etienne attempted to get me to sell books for his fiancé. After I realized…

Bank On It

I’m banking on- My intuition…got me in this situation. It’s time to face the truth. I won’t find nobody like you. I’m holding my- My breath like I’m swimming. But you’re the only who’s winning. And it keeps me steady thinking. That something’s wrong. Look now, let your eyes travel along my stories. If at…

So Far Away

You cut me and left me on the floor. I bled out so much it didn’t hurt anymore. I recovered to watch you walk away. So far away, so far away. You’ve done damage beyond comprehension. Its only fair if you’re around. But you don’t want the credit or the mentions. And I can’t wait…

Taste for Trouble; Remedy

I don’t do crushes. I do heart rushes. Leaving the air hot. Trashed floor of forget-me-nots. And I won’t admit it He barrels like the first hit…and… I get the feeling… I’m not the only one blown. Coasting through my thoughts. Taking compliments like shots. Close…then in his arms. His adornment, his charm. No second…

Disillusion of a Broken Man

Baby as I’m leaving, here’s a question I’ll ask. With all your deceiving, did you think you wouldn’t face the truth? As I pack my things up, recall anytime that I hurt you. Or were you already broken? Don’ t ever say my name in the streets were you stay. It won’t come out the…

A Near Death Anthem

When you fear you’re all alone. When you feel the darkness caving, all on its own. Love it when you’re wrong. Let the darkness feed on your broken heart. And the ravens will feed on your pride. As you lay face up, as the sun teases your life. One more drink away from Hell’s gate….

Whistle, Sick Hate

  I recite I love you. Need you, touch you. You tell me it’s nothing. Hate that response. I show you my skin, my inner being. You show me the door. But this is what you want. Do I calibrate my emotions for you? Alternate ending dawning into play. Or should I act the way…

Sugar Coated Ego

    Fame. It tastes like sugar. Sugar is something my blood stream needs. Bleed. Fame. I love the way I smell when I’m arrogant. I regret the people I left, and love the people who want… Me? Fame. It burns like paper. First around the edges, slowly eating in. Smoke swirls my senses, like…