Tower of Babel The tower of Babel was destined to fall not because of the wrath of God, but the hatred 1 3
Night Painting Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension. 3
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
Dream Girl 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 4 1
Those Damn Teenagers There’s four of them, circling aro not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha to each other. Today yet another d Dressed mostly in black, with rand 2
No Rainbow Either The rain was not refreshing. we waited and waited on those barren, thirsty desert hills. But no rain came. 2 2
what to do when the children fall in love You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li You let them experience their pove Let them earn success through dest 2
Satisfaction If I could pray, I would pray that you all enjoy your lives. Final, but not ultimate, enjoyment of the self and restlessness. 1 4
One-Eyed Old Man He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl Skin the color of starlight in mem Dreaded demon of conscious-less em He is my demented tormentor 2
Wet with the Rain 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. 1 3
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
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
Cute Asian Girl She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds, 4
Willful Fellows 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 1
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
Dharma A heart of sadness, on a spectators’ pilgrimage to the regions of the unknown. I wish I knew. I wish I could recuperate. 1
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
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
Thanksgiving Cheer Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything 5 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
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
A Song of Beauty Now Past You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor 2 3
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
Last Laugh Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall, 2 2
Halloween Poetry (5): They Call Me Monster At night, I wander out from my ba Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in s I unlock the old cellar door with I keep hidden behind the wall. I get back early enough to not let 1
Semblance Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore. 3 6
Some time after I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a 3 1
The Inquisiter I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar like a silent weeping wom who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed. 2 1
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
What's a name? What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores or are you a pair of ragged claws 2 3
But what about the politics? Loud angry voices emanating throughout the land trying best to think best about what is best. Argue best.
Red Violence of Hunger A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that 1
Memories I wish my memories were translated Reflections of my life, entranced in melody, I wonder how they would sound. The music of my memories... 4 3
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