Winters wrath

(draft) “Winters wrath” Bitterly chomping down to the bone, my god man, don’t you have pity? You horrible bastard, forsaken son of her majesty. She flung onto us you’re misery, through cosmetic actions your were born, chaotically mixed with deviant precision; violence rapped in a northern storm. Joyous I wonder, are you full of glee?

One veteran to another…

I’ve been where water is restrained, tasted those depths of pain. I’ve stood where some brag they have been! I’ve seen flesh on fire, love a lair, where youth trust and faith are wasted. I’ve heard stone turn a moan, seen the sky weep un-controlling, felt hope worn thin. Alone I’ve been to my hell

300 Yards of perpetual change

I walk a path  of my own, for sure!  For decade upon decade this part of the world, my hometown, was an ever changing stage where man did their best to remove everything they found worth their time…To only leave it lay in waste with no regards or conscience.  I walk but 300 yards in total 150 each way, watching

On the Eve of Change.

Perpetual. …