IsaiahRamesses

Gun shots in the night, mommy pulls baby closer Wasted lives blend in with the dark of night—waiting on the next fix; Protectors, no more than fifteen, guard the neighborhood from enemies And the unknown…the hardware goes click. One baby cries as another is produced, one baller begins to spiral downward One boy becomes a man, though the law isn’t in agreement; From bringin’ home the bacon, to bringin’ in the ‘dough’: man of the house to respected head of his neighborhood…becoming what is needed.... Sign in to see full entry.

Though her chopines were elegant, and fit the profession, they caused severe pain to the balls of her feet when she moved too fast. Sharp pains caused her gait to be off balance, as she pushed harder to keep up with the mark. Her feet promised her more suffering, later. After walking for several minutes de Montagne came to a lone flat. There were stairs, which ran upward and gave him no problem whatsoever. That wouldn’t be the case for Isabelle—this she knew. After taking the very first step she... Sign in to see full entry.

The novel "Isabelle Fonteyne" is based on a ficticious daughter of the chief mistress (Jeanne Antionette Poisson) of Louis XV of France. The story describes this daughter--who was given up for adoption--losing her life and becoming a powerful, dangerous spiritual entity in the afterlife. Her tale extends into the modern era. The chill of winter air in Isabelle’s nostrils not only revived her, but renewed her confidence: she would make 30 livres before morning. The scent of veloutes filled the... Sign in to see full entry.

“Key of Keys” The hidden key…which opens My heart and soul; was created For one caretaker, though its been Held by more than a few: Lusts of the flesh and desires of Those that seek control…have Twisted themselves into submission To be malipulated by me—never Finding what they sought… And so, many search and wish to Hold, the key of keys that opens my Heart and lets them see my soul. Sign in to see full entry.

Cries and screams of the unwanted and unloved shatter my dream of tranquility before it begins; The smell of fear and dread linger in the air... breathe through your mouth for second wind. Sexual desires that are uncommon await, as the leech in murky waters: latch and cling; Fetishes for violence and the macarbe lurk here For souls of men and women that are clean I scan my surroundings, seeking to remember how the darkness entered into me so complete Ah yes: T'was my eyes, ears, and mouth that... Sign in to see full entry.

Her little ones are under-fed, says scrutinizing flesh; the bread and meat is what they eat least Yet her words of wisdom are filled with wholesomeness; as proverbs come often bitter, but also sweet… wholesome nutrients are sewn into their essence, and in an uncertain future these will strive Humbleness is instilled and from a mother that survived the ghetto child has fortune by his side As the mother, hardened by fate, walks with angelic beings, wisdom, honor, and faith intact… The knowledge... Sign in to see full entry.