Troy

A battlefield has been made. Blood, sweat and tears have been loss. Over subtle moments of ecstasy. Have I even mattered? Were these moments true? Or another game of capture the fool. My flag has fallen. Soldiers rummage through the village. As my bags are packed. My Kingdom has fallen. For what? Whim? Over a…

Blueprint of the mind of a psychopath

This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in as this satanic satire plays a symphony. My Brain tries to compute, like a typewriter racing against a macbook. Outdated… Unappreciated… Old fashioned, without a spirit to imbibe. This is not living. This is not sane. The walls are caving in and…

Flowers becoming extinct

I want the world to know I’m watching; Down below the people scurry like ants, sweet suttle movements. Marching in sycronization as their beloved, fat succulent Queen awaits the next meal. Honey. Sweet honey drips fall down like a waterstream from Niagra falls..Earthquake!!! Abundant casualties: lives loss, the true essence of the bee’s knees. Hello…