Poems and Musings

Unfettered and selfish, choose to be creative Elect the crooked path Embrace the exaltation of nature’s power Reject, rage, and rebel For through passionate struggle, inspiration ferments Turning rational reactions into expressive emotions And crafting something newborn that’s not yet blemished Something pure that’s not yet burdened Something heavenly untouched by hellish reality Something stormy – that will not kneel to order

Bullets etched with battling wishes Initially forged within the backrooms of the brain And shaped by one’s anima Now hurtling across the No-Man’s-Land An almost perfect mirror when they strike Cannibalizing one another Scavenging the strengths of their siblings Until a few remain, ultimately reaching the frontline Ushering in the day’s priorities Serving cold the duties to execute