Tower of Babel The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred 1 3
Ballad of the Consumptive I grew up staring starry-eyed at t of healthier men walking out of do head held high while I kept their It wasn’t something to really envy and a fine nights sleep. No family 4 1
Dreams of the Patriots A cockroach died of starvation in Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu to go outside and find my way to t steal some coffee from a bank befo I dropped my American Eagle key o 2
Turning the Tables Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech 1
Youthful Expressions 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, 2 4
Waking Up I really wanted to die underneath that heavenly blue sky, and leave behind the tensions and and float upwards and away from th No longer called a buffoon, 2 2
I'm Gone There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som in a small, non-intimate room. 1
Bane of the Bootlegger, The Black Rose The lapel of my jacket held its wa as I walked down the daring, dark I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un Like a knight fighting for vain gl 2
Alone and Hauntingly Confined I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life. 1
Soda Fountain The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now. 1
Interview with the Mentor “You gotta let your poems sing, ma the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ 2
Halloween Poetry (6): This Concert is Dead The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu My friends and I are celebrated i 1 1
Halloween Poetry (3): The Glass Window Menacing clouds break thunder with three snaps, and the clock down the hall strikes three chords in the hallowed night. 1 2
The stars above us The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night. 2 4
New Year 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 2 1
Hooverville I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack in halcyon piles to suffocate the For others, houses blow in the win 1
Free Concert Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu 2 1
You 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, 2 1
He Didn't Know I Wrote This Inside the gas station’s public restroom was an interesting looking old coo that caught me off guard. He was wearing a heart-shaped eye 2 2
Saxophone Madness 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. 3 3
Today was a Peculiar Day Today was a peculiar day I walked down from my apartment and received a letter from a Samoa who gave me a smile and a handshak calling me by name. 1
Where do the words come from? Seemingly inspirational, apparitions of the unconscious mind, perhaps signals of inherited and 3 2
Tired In this moment, I am tired. Dare to stay exhausted? Tonight - inspired- yet I’m tired, off to bed. Don't sleep, be free. 2
Bright Recognition The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes 2
Listening At first, I was the reveling masq In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a I sought to receive. I sought to breath 3 3
On the Eve of Glory Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu nor violence by which we all measu Sometimes the only definition of m Like crossing the Rubicon, 3
Young and Rock 'n' Roll Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne became battered reminders of accos that threw itself on my near-awake Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel 1
No Rainbow Either The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came. 2 2
Outcome I’m surrounded by broken things– red dust deposits in the windowsil chipped mugs, clamped keys, worn o a matted rug, drained vase and dyi dead water and the rising smoke fr 2 1
Voices in the Night I shall make for me some natural herb tea, my unquestioning remedy, for what, to me, remains elusive.. a good night’s sleep. 5 4
Unrepentant This little book of rhyme holds captive my heart. No, my mind’s the real upstart. Credit to my heart’s a crime. Desperation took the real blow 3
What if the Price is Wrong? (Prose) There was a joke I was going to w I don’t know, I’m not following the show, nor do I really understand the rul Just another sensation
Us, Actually We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy, 1 1
Opposite the Fence And I raged against my side of th Only a howling wind to cover my ra I struck the wood with fists blood A useless endeavor, unforgivingly I grew tired of reflections 1