(2015)
Nightmares, Lurk behind the corners of my war… From those nights locked away in a… No lights to chase the darkness aw… No kind words to ease the pain
Sometimes I just need to feel like I’m really not all alone and someone, somewhere, is at least trying to understand. Then I stumble across a book
My eyes watch for you and do not see. My nose scents for you and no smell is present. My lips want for you
By the time I’ve finished thinkin… I think, therefore I exist I am not who I was before three months ago. So I thought,
You know what?! Thy! Thine! Mort… A poem is like this, “Ohh, My lov… Nice? I guess so. But why not be true to the words a…
It’ good up here I see the stars Smell the people hear the cars Feel the wind rush by my face Quiver to the Moons’ soft embrace Love runs shallow through my veins
Music took me away from pain to fi… The sounds of the human Soul alon… There are musicians and singers in… The drummer beat drums to convey t… The guitarist plucked and fingered…
It wraps around me Like a cold blanket Suffocating me I cannot break free No matter how hard I try
While gazing out life’s window Love’s melancholic sadness Suddenly surrounds me Tries to drown me In an ocean of confusion
Small devils, demons, angels soull… Inhabit nether worlds avoid the li… Today they weave their webs in cyb… Vicarious they are another race We worked and played in stark real…
Set me free from the evil ties that bind me to this world. Allowing me to roam unobstructed in this life to only love you and be at your side. I do not want a controlled version of the ...
another nightmare and I remember b… in bed, poised in between two worl… of dreams, the who Am i and the S… in wonder of this place i found my… A stranger in strange land without…
You bring out the wanderer in me. The walking along the highway in m… The flying my thumb in the wind in… The journey being the adventure in… The walk all night to see your smi…
A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…
I’m told it’s clothes that make a… But shoes tell richer tales My closet speaks of no skills or p… Far less than fabric bales No shoes from past days