Archive for April, 2015

ANOTHER Letter To the Forgotten god

Sunday, April 26th, 2015

Dear Forgotten god, Well, old friend….I write again. And yes, I have never written thee free. And in all due respect there isn’t that very much to say. For it is the same. I alone in cell, the narrows of the cell before me….And I write. Yet, in all deep truth creating this letter….I dozed […]

Render The Thirst (ACT 2)

Sunday, April 26th, 2015

SCENE: The group of thugs have made up their minds, for….brutality….robbery! THUG: [bald, tattoos on head face arms] “You and you since it’s Halloween, trick or treat, give us money, watches, cell phones whatever ya’s got.” [pulls out a gun points it at Frankenstein] “You can keep the lousy costume.” [the other thugs chime in […]

Render the Thirst [ Act I ]

Sunday, April 26th, 2015

SCENE: Night….It is a small park not too many benches. There are high bushes here and there, especially behind the bench center stage. There are a few lit lampposts also….Enters….A casually dressed, attractive male carrying a paper bag; all that he owns….For he is just released prisoner. Released on Halloween day. He walks as if […]

My Poetic Paragraph

Sunday, April 12th, 2015

“Yesternights” …. Always, my thoughts fight not to travel, not to tramp on, to find the very first-hate of man. You see, caged so long I can even hear the bang from a drop of a tear. This handcuffed-course shows the very worst to the human eye. For I exist under love’s heel, leaving a […]

Stories of Old

Sunday, April 12th, 2015

I kneel like saint, night for night, I hear my prayer, deep, sincere At words-end, I just sit to floor, ….wondering tis this, thee only script A show to repeat….my God! How it rips Monsters Years ago, the, then, prosecutor of my case falsified a document of violence. Of which once seen by the BOP […]