Legacy on a blank page

How much latitude do we have in penning ourselves? How much is predetermined by us or by God? Legacy within my veins begs for release A stark blankness waits words To fill the unwritten pages of chapters yet to come with hope or tragedy solitude or love joy or pain   Is it a mere… Continue reading Legacy on a blank page

Trying to find thanks…

  in the sun’s mourning light searching for any spark in your eye. What are you thinking right now in your medicated haze mixed pain? Why do we always ask why when why doesn’t give a shit. Like deserving what we get get’s us what we deserve. Who decides these things, like perverse justice. Trying… Continue reading Trying to find thanks…