Remember the old phrase…

Remember the old phrase… “Poetry written is for the self, to make one happy, sad or satisfied… Some, the hungry, say it even feeds their egos. Damn the fools that make up the public. The collectors of words and bringers of prosperity. The writer is what matters. Staying true to their own words and sacrifice,Continue reading “Remember the old phrase…”

The Code Of Hammurabi

The Code Of Hammurabi They Omitted my nameTried to strip we of My powerMy InfluenceMy Touch of chaos Fear expressed asSilence by the King ofBabylon himselfWearing the shroud of ParaskevidekatriaphobiaAkkadian diorite steleCarved in EbonyUnearthed and ForeverDepicting in the oldest LawsThe eternal Sun God ShamashDictates the rules for Man I amthe unwantedThirteenth guestwith a kiss fromContinue reading “The Code Of Hammurabi”

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