You can’t purloin my life

because you don’t like your

own, you stripped me to the

bone and roasted me in

your malice. You think you

are sirloin but a maggot

ridden heart is always

putrid. Soul cannibal

you’re a scrag end thief

of reality, you made me

digest your raw hatred

but karma has a Michelin

star and I hope you

enjoy dining on

its venomous meal

you cooked it up yourself

Tangled In Time

All of time is knotted

heaven bound the past spins

in rotation with the

future forever the

cosmic wheel turns

it’s cloudscape motion is

not an ephemeral dream

of the sunsets and dawns

passing it’s paralleled

infinity all life

universally lives

we are tangled in time