Poetry, Weaponized Delusions March 4, 2026 hatred is all Robert D. Moores you waste your appeals to the conscience of beasts that you chose to abuse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions July 10, 2025 All Great Things Robert D. Moores All great things from nowhere came and going nowhere end the same. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions July 10, 2025 Kings Robert D. Moores And is the truth as people say? Are all kings meant to fade away? I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t say. But I shall send no king today. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions August 2, 2011 Tick Tock Robert D. Moores Tick and tock. Tock and tick. The march is on. We die to live. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions May 24, 2011 Fear of the Beast Robert D. Moores Enmity and gnashing teeth are all we know of the raging Beast. Mankind, he cowers. His children weep. It’s time to put the Beast to sleep. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions July 10, 2025 All Great Things Robert D. Moores All great things from nowhere came and going nowhere end the same. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions July 10, 2025 Kings Robert D. Moores And is the truth as people say? Are all kings meant to fade away? I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t say. But I shall send no king today. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions August 2, 2011 Tick Tock Robert D. Moores Tick and tock. Tock and tick. The march is on. We die to live. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions May 24, 2011 Fear of the Beast Robert D. Moores Enmity and gnashing teeth are all we know of the raging Beast. Mankind, he cowers. His children weep. It’s time to put the Beast to sleep. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions July 10, 2025 Kings Robert D. Moores And is the truth as people say? Are all kings meant to fade away? I wouldn’t know. I couldn’t say. But I shall send no king today. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions August 2, 2011 Tick Tock Robert D. Moores Tick and tock. Tock and tick. The march is on. We die to live. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions May 24, 2011 Fear of the Beast Robert D. Moores Enmity and gnashing teeth are all we know of the raging Beast. Mankind, he cowers. His children weep. It’s time to put the Beast to sleep. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions August 2, 2011 Tick Tock Robert D. Moores Tick and tock. Tock and tick. The march is on. We die to live. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions May 24, 2011 Fear of the Beast Robert D. Moores Enmity and gnashing teeth are all we know of the raging Beast. Mankind, he cowers. His children weep. It’s time to put the Beast to sleep. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions May 24, 2011 Fear of the Beast Robert D. Moores Enmity and gnashing teeth are all we know of the raging Beast. Mankind, he cowers. His children weep. It’s time to put the Beast to sleep. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions February 7, 2010 Life Screams in Pain Robert D. Moores Death is her husband – yes, Life is a wife in bitterest marriage of matter to mind. Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 27, 2009 the Grinder’s Gloves Robert D. Moores the Grinder’s gloves are stained with blood are stained with blood and worse Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
Poetry, Weaponized Delusions January 19, 2009 the Dead River Robert D. Moores unstoppable life in its circle did turn we awoke, we grew feeble, we died, we returned forgetting in death all of life we had learned the next day the same and the same on the third
