(2015)
I once felt the sensation to Rapture, hence this poem. It was fun to feel like I was being Raptured
Fragrance of her expression keeps me in rumination. At night, with unconscious and relaxed demeanor, my thoughts– oh my thoughts they thrive.
Wind in this still, distinct... thin I swim in sin till gin is rid. Finding might,
Little black rocks dotted the side… as I held my gaze down there. What was I doing here... almost crippled by fear No, I’m doing this.
The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night.
Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…
dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...
I live in the street of somethings… I live 30 feet beneath the street. It scares me sometimes. Life rests its crest,
It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,
The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n… splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk.
My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted… I’m accompanied by the hummingbird… who search for the mystery in gard… sprouting within the cracks of thi…
If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.
Why can’t I finally admit love is a powerful emotion like a drug phase, the age old adage that breaks the heart open
Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
I’m grateful. Grateful for the words I breathe. For the times I’ve lived and, in… for the greatness of the moments a… I’m grateful
I remember the tired streetlights that emitted their hazy glow, discoloring the grass in the park. I remember the playful screams of my fast rambunctious friends,