Max Templar
|
 |
The GrinderA Poem by Max TemplarIf the feeling of dread was a sign Running would have been an option If the thoughts of fear had strangled Running would have been what to do.. |
 |
Blood SoulsA Poem by Max TemplarSpeak thee into the rivers, rose red and pray Stay thee upon the nights of holy and shiver Tremble thee, for thy soul is sacred and true Know.. |
 |
No One's Crazy!A Poem by Max TemplarThe locks keep closingThe rooms get whiterAnd the clothesMore restrictive.They call it insanities place of healingOf regrowth and reconnection..I say .. |
|
Narrowed EyesA Poem by Max TemplarThe death of freedom comes with spears and knivesSharp points of personal persecution by net watchersLong gone are the days of sanctity and privacyLik.. |
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This