New Feature: Video Response

I’ve been absent from my blog for a long while but I will start making a renewed presence.

Please check out the new page “Contact” on the main menu.

On the Contact page you can contact me via a contact form.
You will see a question, “Would you like a reply from the author?

You will have three options:

  • Yes
  • No
  • Request video response from author

If you request a video response, I will respond via video stating your question/remark and send to you. I will then post the video on a dedicated page for all my other visitors to see. There is no limit to what I will respond to, but my responses might not be what you’re expecting.

I’m excited to get this new feature rolling ,so start using the contact form.

Thank you everyone.

Renewed Insanity

I, the pessimistic liar 
And teller of tales 
Beg you, the reader 
To go no further

I once was a man who could conjure
Great and powerful prose
But as of late
Warped by a powerful haze
I grew ill

A sickness of the mind
I, became sane with normality

Never fear, for I am a master of mind
Meddling with academic lessons
I’m on my way to perfecting my craft
Honing the skills that some supernatural being cursed me with

Though I do not dare dance with devils anymore
I do however, aim to make them fear my name

Karaline Devine



She had fire in her eyes
And hate in her heart
Had been wronged
Some dumb soul had darkened this woman’s eyes
Though she didn’t set out for revenge
Revenge sought her out
Presenting her with a gift of happenstance

Between the thin line of madness and sanity
She existed
With all the fire and fury a woman could be
She rained down Hell on those whose hearts were dead

In the infinite verse of life
One thing comes to mind I find
Trouble not the hearts nor mind 
Of those who you spend time

Cheap Wine and Cheap Words-Poetry(If that’s what you want to call it) I’ll call it garbage!

He writes on the white paper
Fighting the urge to run away
The story pours onto the page like a bad memory
Scribbling lines of misery
He ties together a sentence with a plea
He leaves the note beside his bed
Freeing his life to be who he wants to be- nobody


The Mask of Modern Vanity


And all that we are is desire
Waiting to be unleashed
Awakened from the slumber of civility

She masquerades in plain sight
Wearing only the thin mask of modern vanity
What we all wear to hide our own insanity

I lust after words combined, lined to make an idea so fine- it blinds. That is living. In the moment of feeling, I breath the fire! Once upon another life, I was an artist. This is my accursed blessing. Pay no mind to a wanna be Bukowski! Set me ablaze, light me afire, set me free of this painful desire!