Hell’s Gate

Taken out back, Stripped upon the roses, Streched and wiped with thorns, No escape from the legion, Pricking skin, each flick a blood bath, Folding skin, bent knee, Gazing into the sky, Muttering under breath, Patience guide their hand, Beaten into the mud, Pain no longer guides the mind, Numb… Numb… Numbness grows, Crowned and…

Meeting My Grandmother

Sitting at your grave the other day, I had a conversation in the rain on this May, Grandma, we never knew one another, But I can’t help but wonder, How your smile would of made me giggle, Or if your tickles would of made me wiggle, How your cookies tasted, And how everlasting your love…

Morning Coffee: #5

I miss my Grandmother dearly. We were never close; but, never too far apart to know we loved each other very much. Her phone calls were short, always to the point. She had strong values and a stronger love for family. She anchored many ships in our family and now I see them adrift as…

Sane

Taking me down the path of sin, Belial calls my name on liar tongue, Sweet, soft, liac profession of incarnate love, Taking form in soft flesh Seduction flowing over and over Whipped into submission Told lies of love Learning to hate the soul within Gone the innocence of soft human dreams Lies forming demonic presence…

MEDITATIONS 16: Psalmoi, Chapter 1 (Psalms)

“Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly, Nor stands in the path of sinners. Nor sits in the seat of the scornful; But his delight is in the law of the Lord, And in His law he meditates day and night. He shall be like a tree Planted by…