ALTHOUGH I’VE NEVER MET HIM I can feel his pain deeply Hidden within his heart Which only pumps with Blood as dark as coal While his soul is being torn apart By demons of the past Hoping to never let him see The light that will slowly Kill them all.
The son God In the light of shadow prayer on the hill Golgotha the heart of the city Jerusalem is bleeding saints in tears. Mother Hide your believers with prayer in arms heart new life at dusk demons in the fire missing. Blood Traces of blood holy Grail verses of solitude faith by poetry hidden.Continue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE:Milenko Županovic”
Tried to be clever with this title but finished up a ten hour day as I type this and to be honest, after fighting Amazon over copyright issues and Lulu with formatting issues I didn’t want to write this but the second May release from Dumpster Fire Press deserves more than that… SOBER THOUGHTS FROMContinue reading “A Reckoning of Sorts”