Poetry

I found myself berating these walls loudly harkening to the voices in my head. So I took out my palette and painted these walls, turns out, I muraled my thoughts. Titled, "The Wild Goose." Enjoy!   Between these hollering walls, I still miss your voice So I pick up the phone Put a call through … Continue reading The Wild Goose

Bitter you weren't better

I watched them kill my wife and kids

...even perfection is flawed...