My deepest gratitude, to Mr. Ernesto Madrid and the entire staff of the Stillman Sawyer branch of The Salvation Army; for teaching me about true warmth and compassion...Thank you.
Unto the morning, the night’s futu… Far be it to end, but only time th… Ask nothing in return, yet offer y… Combined of heart and soul, the on… It is the tears of joy, all in whi…
Welcome to, the forever mile; Here are your keys, and your corpo… What we do here, is learn how to l… Yet on some days, all you’ll do is… The terms you agree, are relative…
I can instantly acquire, what you… A very bad idea, I will always pl… Doing the dirt, that you’re unwill… Exposing to the world, a darker si… Yet alone with myself, is when I’…
I was welcomed by it’s din, though… The tremors that coursed through m… To try and gauge it’s power, to an… Imagining the force, of a wave as… The surf bellowed with a crash, bu…
Cries the morning, of a wretched n… Binds the living, to it’s urban pl… Feared the most, are sights unseen… Yet still we beg, for it to be a d… A waning sun, that once burned bri…
A future obscured, by uncertain ho… The present measured, by the abil… Unbridled passion, to be reined an… The delegation of responsibility,… ‘Run for your life’, the latest po…
Expect nothing, and you’ll never b… Everything else is a blessing...
Sometimes poetry can be something other than words; (e.g. poetry in motion) Well, recently I had the privilege of encountering poetry personified. I attempted to obtain one of those fre...
Understand, that it is not for us… But only obediance and humility, t… What would be the time, if not for… For thousands of years man afforde… All that you may have, rests light…
Stoic are the eyes, as a city slow… Ignorant to the futility, even as… Though pangs of hunger, echo to th… No longer the prey, for now a hear… And with each new sun, risen by th…
I’m the one that believes, in the small of a woman’s back. I’m the one that believes, that you can speak, by turning your back. And I am the one that believes, you can cry without shedd...
It is to the night, that we keep s… And yet the place, that holds our… With a furtive glance, we avoid th… Though we’d have better luck, stay… You did not want, what I had to g…
It is through this window, that I… Yet it is my soul, that longs to b… A sudden burst of rain, and a soft… As my only friends, do I speak of… These words I send, but pictures…
I, am a soldier of battle. I live, therefore, I train. Those that have come before me, mentors. My weapons; truth, compassion and faith. I was wounded. But now I am back with a vengean...
This is not over, not by a mile; It is perpetuated by love, born of… An unsure step, met with an outstr… A friendship ensued, this is how i… I rescued you from the night, and…