“hidden riot the lives of multiple personalities”

a compilation of poetry and an essay

found on amazon or through my contact page

excerpt-

my father killed god

i was a baby watching

him wondering

why i took a side

voiceless

the devil had arrived yet

what did i know

of what could happen

when the hands of men

were led sinister

following follower

to the wrong

destiny. what weakness

did one need possess?

to get in line with the wicked?

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excerpt-

catching a glimpse 

her emaciated body forever

fetal couldn’t make small enough

 soft shell of sallow skin

a mind beaten as leather 

moth balls

 dried blood 

on her lips

 terror seen

 no relief air

filtered

 huddled contorted

she had the eyes of an animal waiting to die

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10/25

winged cages

concealed in corners

at night i dream to pray

awakened to the same

trying and trying to quest my way home

failing to remember

there is no one there

whose mind is that?

not of this earth

it belongs to no one

it’s not to be trusted

hand prints strangle whispers

making their way through

from

poet editor critic

11/25

under construction

what if it’s just a story

i tell myself