Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Today, I wake up and gaze out the window, so cloudy and dismal is the sky, dark as a night without a moon, a resemblance to the state of our world, a reminder of the light of freedom that is Continue reading Skin is Just a Cover
A vision of two, and we can start anewgather an army to march and start the coupthe time is coming to build the barricadesunable to sit and watch while our country fades away. Blood will flow down the hills to Continue reading Revolution
I pledge allegiance to the RevolutionI hope to see. Pray to God it will comeby Spring. Remove the despot whobelieves he is King, the man who isresponsible for all evil and despicablethings. To end the actions of his ICE andmurderous Continue reading Prisons and Gallows