Road to Millions

Close your eyes child. As I ponder the thought of my enemies. Close your eyes child. Providing prolific prepared prophecies. Close your eyes child. Metaphors morphing morbidly. Close your eyes child. Tommy, Billy and Kimberly. Close your eyes child. While I take you on a ride back to 80’s/90’s babies. Close your eyes child. Fear…

Mime

Who is this man that stares behind the mirror? Smiling from the outside, yet covered with terror. With one glance, my mind begins to express furor thoughts. Hoping the glass will shatter into a million pieces. As I visualize my next move, mountains begin to shake. Chess pieces have been in motion. A stalemate has…