No more stinking thinking

Take off those blinkers they really are stinkers as long as you wear them they make you want to hang around with thinkers who think along the same stinking blinker lines as you carving deep lines of bondage into the minds of the blinking stinking thinking caterpillars that refuse to die grow wings become beautiful…

Voice

I’ve been given a voice to use it or not, that’s my choice In the silence of my fear my soul withers, death draws near Death of hopes, death of dreams eyes turn blind, deaf turn ears From the darkness of despair my voice must rise to raise a cry A cry to God? A…