The tower of Babel
was destined to fall
not because of the
wrath of God,
but the hatred

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 rain was not refreshing.
we waited and waited
on those barren, thirsty
desert hills.
But no rain came.

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

The quiet hum,
perpetual ticking
of the large grey
soda fountain in the lobby
is the only sound I hear now.

In front of the eager class
stood the fool
who had been hand-picked
by the professor
to share

Others in landscapes, perennial dr
caressed by conscious and turbulen
Oh that it may how I wish it were
sailing amidst my turbulent sea.
An unconscious mast imposing above

I have a hole in my heart.
Once a trusty pouch
is now a conspiring pump
that floods my insides
with the dark red fury

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

The ladder is before you
Will you climb?
Well of course you will
You have the time
Those first rungs are easy

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

You’ve got to bleed life
and be able to write it
with a grip in your hand
that knows no limit,
clenching 'til the roots

Fire and Water
sensations
rinses and rises
as a dutiful procedure.
Felt within,

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

Wind in this still,
distinct... thin
I swim in sin
till gin is rid.
Finding might,

Lurid music
dripping about
starts softly
then crescendos
into something

Her gaze is slightly off-center
as she stares
at an unknown landscape.
Only I can wonder.
Long black hair

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

“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

The humming of the electrical wire
gently existing
outside my window
as the birds lay alongside there,
napping

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,

The language I live in
is a playground
of excessive expression.
Fitted to the guiles of love
and the rascal finishes

As I sat on that dark misty cliff
and felt the tips of the ocean bel
lightly on my face, in comfort or
by that sun burst into the world w
The sea beneath my dangling feet r

I do not waste my time
with things that do not want to be
Like angry schoolchildren
wanting to... demanding to
live in ignorance,

Here’s the bet.
What’s a blind?
Pass the pretzels bro.
I’ve never had this beer before.
Have these cards been shuffled?

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.

And the others withhold
experience
from me.
So that I sit,
and stare,

French Vanilla,
a sweet taste
I haven’t had in a while.
Came back suddenly
when I stared too intently

If I ever write
a poem and give it
the title “A Dream”...
Do not read that poem.
Hesitate before every word,

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

Why choose misery over
the joy found when
mugs on the table
hide their secrets
and pour out everything

Lines of them there.
People in a crowd,
hundreds of them.
An outdoor concert, vibrations
pulsating the air, inviting the hu

In the distance, slight tapping of
Festival creating renewed life, wa
the origin of the location unknown
Then upbeat rhythm kicks in,
Announcing a different style of ce

It’s loud here.
Friday darkness,
with voices clamoring
over the clinking of
plates and utensils.

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu
The words flutter like a salacious
Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat
Baudelaire on drugs.
A reading, by a poet,

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,