Poetry — When the sun goes down She comes alive, a lioness from her den Ready for the night and its wild games Yet another trip to the world of seduction. Burying yesterday’s wounds Her perfumed hands searching for a cigar Just to hide her innocence behind the smoke Just to pretend…

A tribute to all those souls who disappeared silently from the earth succumbing to sexual assaults. — Oh, what have you done to me? you made a mess out of my body now, when the fire is down can you feel my cold lifeless skin? Hello, maybe it is time for you now to get up and run before the dawn wipe away your stains from my groin lest they…

This world is just another fucked up place. let us not pretend everything is alright abandoned long ago by the forgone gods we made this land into a piece of shit stinking and prostituted to the core she is raw and bleeding from the wounds. Overfed ducks, bruised guinea pigs de-furred…