The Pitch

There is dark
And there is pitch
It’s funny how dark can feel comforting
And pitch is where the nightmares make a home

I see your silhouette in the dark
Envisioning warmth from lips
Sounds that roll like sweet butter toffee off the tongue
And I know there is only one thing left to do

Then there is the pitch
Alone and n…Read More

My Land

I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden message

To die for

I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More