honea byrne

...And guess what he wanted to be?  Furthermore, his parents divorced, he moved to the poor part of town and he had the opportunity to find out what “dope” actually was.             In doing so-                                     he immersed himself into a lifestyle of drugs guns and money. His discoveries are reflected in the following collection of prose, poetry, and short stories. TOO POOR, TOO WAR BASTARD Feb 2, 19:50  Inherit the sun my child, our war has just begun.. WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE DAMNED WITH A STRUGGLE NO ONE WANTS TO UNDERSTAND the last to come the first to gasp the first to cry the last to laugh We have No Name We have No Shame We are not allowed to feel any pain We are the pRetenders Who must become the defenders of justice for those who despise us http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ7M15G

...and he drove back to Mississippi. Empowered...within the 1,000's of miles he drove his e-books sold enough that he never had to work again for the man... http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KJ7M15G

...and he drove back to Mississippi. Empowered...within the 1,000's of miles he drove his e-books sold enough that he never had to work again for the man...

“Missimemissifree.” I gots’ the blues Looking for warmth is like being a wood roach Liven’ in a hole in the bottom of  a wooden statue Resembling Buddha in a graveyard having that sarcastic conniving smile for vandals that says, “Please Don’t steal me.”…             I know, I took a statue like that one time that filled my home with bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs on the floor, bugs in the refrigerator, Bugs flyin’ thru’ the air, bugs, bugs, bugs in my bed, Bugs, Bugs, bugs crawlin’ into my ears on the side of my head Whispering, “What do you know about being Dead,” I gots’ the blues Worn out like an old pair of shoes, dress shoes, wore these shoes many miles, many mean whiles, wondering “Where is free at?” after I spat at that old man in the Cadillac, (The Landlord) who kicked me out because I hadn’t paid rent in weeks, and the apartment still stinks, so I’se drinks now; so whats’ ye’ thinks’ about that- __________________________ I gots’ the blues