Codex Psychopathos, Poetry December 21, 2012 a Place Where No One Goes Robert D. Moores And so my labors bear no fruit; I look with guilt on wasted youth. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry April 24, 2012 Enough Robert D. Moores This sinking feeling holds me up. Will I be ever good enough? Poetry, Prophecy August 17, 2011 the Path Starts Here Robert D. Moores Have thou something? Fear thou death? Then thou have not known life, as yet. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry August 17, 2011 Futility Robert D. Moores There is no reason nothing thrives. There is no why: we live and die. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
Codex Psychopathos, Poetry April 24, 2012 Enough Robert D. Moores This sinking feeling holds me up. Will I be ever good enough? Poetry, Prophecy August 17, 2011 the Path Starts Here Robert D. Moores Have thou something? Fear thou death? Then thou have not known life, as yet. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry August 17, 2011 Futility Robert D. Moores There is no reason nothing thrives. There is no why: we live and die. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
Poetry, Prophecy August 17, 2011 the Path Starts Here Robert D. Moores Have thou something? Fear thou death? Then thou have not known life, as yet. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry August 17, 2011 Futility Robert D. Moores There is no reason nothing thrives. There is no why: we live and die. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
Codex Psychopathos, Poetry August 17, 2011 Futility Robert D. Moores There is no reason nothing thrives. There is no why: we live and die. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
Codex Psychopathos, Poetry March 13, 2010 by Tooth and Nail Robert D. Moores What have we left, if not the Truth? The Devil drags us, Nail and Tooth. Our Pride we dress in Filth and Rags; by Tooth and Nail the Devil drags. 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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
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. Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
Codex Psychopathos, Poetry June 26, 2009 I Carry a Burden Robert D. Moores I stood among liars and charted my path their words for my guidance, their stares at my back Let it trouble you none that I walk with a mask I carry the burden that you wouldn’t have 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 « Previous Page Next Page »
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 « Previous Page Next Page »
