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Pile of Bones

Tis a lil’ story ’bout Jim Jones,
Only thing left is a pile of bones,
Easily deceived in the age of lies,
Everybody wanted pie in the sky.

The names might change,
But the grift is the same.
Fear controls,
Manipulation reigns.

Disinformation on your screen,
Look at us all, little fiends.
Pick a side but you’re still wrong,
Everybody’s singing different songs.

It’s a massacre of the largest kind,
Unlike any other you’ll ever find,
Won’t ever be in the history books,
But that doesn’t acquit the crooks.

The names might change,
But the grift is the same.
Fear controls,
Manipulation reigns.

Isolation, lock it down,
Red hot sun, sweating brows,
Obey, die, or choose to fly,
Nowhere to go in this lie.

Sip the spike little tike,
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Is this what we’re like?
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Believe in the cause,
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Nothing is lost…
Jonestown, Jonestown!

The names might change,
But the grift is the same.
Fear controls,
Manipulation reigns.

Tis a lil’ story ’bout Jim Jones,
Only thing left is a pile of bones,
Easily deceived in the age of lies,
Everybody wanted pie in the sky.

When death sentences become mandates,
It’s time to question your own fates.
When death sentences become mandates,
It’s time to control your own fates.

Sip the spike little tike,
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Is this what we’re like?
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Believe in the cause,
Jonestown, Jonestown!
Nothing is lost…
Jonestown, Jonestown!

Fuel for the Flame

Self reflection psychology heartbreak starting over true grit — Every Fire Burns Until It Is Finished

A glass half empty is a glass half full when you are drinking bourbon.

At times, the mirror reflects everything you do not care to gaze upon. Every sip becomes insightful, unleashing the beast found within. The warm caress soothes your courage with a clean finish. This is the American way.

Centuries of hardships shape every culture. Illusions craft the future. You are everything you have done and you are everything that has been done to you. Embracing the truth is against your nature, but the time to rise above has long since passed. Your reality begins now.

Another sip to feel empowered. No taste is too bitter for the malcontent.

Look in the mirror. What do you see staring back at you in the eleventh hour?

Was this worth your ambition?

Chasing Myths

The soothing sound of waves crashing the shore surround me as the sea breeze keeps me dry. I should be sweating like a lover in this heat, but all I’m thinking about is the first taste of salt water that will kiss my lips soon. I can feel the perspiration beginning to form along my forehead as the sun roasts me like a Bic, but I’ve got all day and a life to kill.

I might as well get started

The water always feels frigid right as my feet fully submerge themselves into the suds along the shore. As I keep walking in, I begin to feel the chills shooting through my legs and up my spine right as the water begins applying the ice to my nuts. Yet, there is something so therapeutic in that moment when I stand still, hesitating, before launching my whole body into the wet unknown. Once I make the decision to disturb the rippling peace, I still close my eyes and hold my nose closed like a child before I roll myself into the water head first. Continue reading “Chasing Myths”

Soulstorm

I feel the warmth of the sun upon the back of my neck. The heat’s not unbearable while the wind keeps my shirt dry. I can feel the cold front moving in, I always can and not just in my bones.

The winds are changing and it’s not just the air that gave it away. The void only reminds me of the Continue reading “Soulstorm”

Welcome To Hell

Perhaps what makes writers so lonely is the endless wave of thoughts spinning tirelessly in their minds. It’s no secret falling in love with someone who possesses a creative mind has challenges. Like the curiosity of a cat, the imagination of a writer knows no limits.

From time to time these witty banter types attract the occasional friend or even romantic interest. It’s a tale as old as time itself Continue reading “Welcome To Hell”