(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan… that sings the songs of days for d… I will hear that greatness, let us… Rising to the world,
She was my little nymph Unaware of it but something I onl… The love legendary in moments beyo… as I close my faithful eyes to fin… I feel awake as my mind pushes my…
Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?
There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,
I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,
Inner burst of joy– from a caffeine fix– The modern day call to action. I do not stand, I sit for miles and transfixed on the
I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.
I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,
It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,
The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
Filled with sins, Lying in bed, No fear though, Limitless mindset Body to bear,
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
Modern day ennui, for the daily malady my true self is hidden, see? Yet Holy Spirit set me free. I am guilt-ridden,
A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate.