a foot wants the ground take each step with gratitude to walk is to live

in the final moments of dusk you r… a last grab at redemption to no possible avail toward a jury of stars and the judgement of the moon

i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu

with a heart that aches to say the… let them sled over my lips know the peace of their meaning it’s been a long time since i last… i miss saying them

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…

Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

dehydrated my heart became small hardened by the air of hopelessnes… with a little time and some water it has grown and changed

if you alone hold me as i battle for last breat… if you alone bear the burden of the body left b… if there is no one else in the roo…

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once