Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
Insult turned to brawling, turned to wars without end….
We’ve bled you and I,
for country, glory and
and excuses.
Death comes to us all,
so we are not afraid of dyin’,
But how and why we
die?
I remember dyin’,
a spear through my heart,
seekin’ glory.
No one remembers me.
Will anyone
remember US?
Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry. View more posts
Liferaft in the Abyss