Blank Verse, Digital drawing, Drawing/Sketch, filler, free verse, hate and anger, love, Mixed media, pain and suffering, poetry, relationships

Split my hate in twain,

I have that fire and rage

to see my desire burns of what life has to offer.

Move my love,

I will roll the days like no other.

Any of expectations of my frustrations,

knowing all I have felt, seen, touched and given time

listened enough for all efforts.

Love is hate,

Hate is Love,

all there is are none

for it is as the same as above nor below,

neither in the middle.

Only to have

not to hold,

Only to gain,

always lose.

That I,

can never

Love and Hate,


At the same time.



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Digital drawing, poetry

when love . . .


I do try to listen with a closed heart.


I will make room for it.


it attracts nothing but goodness in me.

gives life,

I want to need and need it to stay for the rest of my days.



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abstract, Digital drawing, Line art, poetry

The hate in my mind.

This awakened monster

in my noggin.

He knows when and where

all of my knowing.

It knows how to bother,

whence it was and were;

I knew.

For if my mouth suffers

when I cannot take and always blew.

It is a beast

it is my ow leviathian,

I need to manage and contain.

Knowing how to make it more sane,

and not to make it,

and take daily doses of my own rain.



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Digital drawing, poetry, Portraits

To honor with. . .


is to be a loyal dog which

is slavery is built on.


are nothing alike what we know of equality,

yet all wanted nothing but scorn and frailty.


to give back and never attained its nirvana.

to give back and still wont get any,

until all have humbled and fumbled,

in all the cultivation and civilization of 




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Digital drawing, poetry, Portraits

The return.

Of soot and ash,

I will lay onto the gravel of these pebbles.

Of sand and shores,

that permeate the love of an infinite and unconditional.

Above the horizon of my skin,

there the hydra of my eye will bellow,

like  other than the sky below me.

And yes,

opened eye unto the void which is yours,

and only yours to keep as your legs twined my very soul,

in two and kept in tow.



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