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

Stardust in the mind,
I contemplate in exact answers,
precise manners,
for the fulfillment of a question
that beckons forgiveness.

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

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

...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,

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 ghost is huddled at the end of
in a dark corner where the light f
curl over its knees, attempting to
like a child in a strange place.
It stands at the corner of my sigh

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,

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.

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

Creating, condemning,
piercing my skin with a
rough sketch, tattoo ink
and a clueless reminder
found within every pore.

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.

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

She sat there
across the table from me
as music blared through
the night sky.
Heavy majestic clouds,

An echoing melody breezed through
swinging from the tops of green fo
and melted the defenses of the mou
Everything seemed to disappear thi
I was in myself a different way.

A heart of sadness,
on a spectators’ pilgrimage
to the regions of the unknown.
I wish I knew.
I wish I could recuperate.

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,

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

Do your work and remove yourself.
Don’t check the follower count.
You are a rock, immoveable in your
You are the river that breathes an
You are provider. And receiver.

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

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

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

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’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

I wish my memories were translated
Reflections of my life,
entranced in melody,
I wonder how they would sound.
The music of my memories...

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

I wish we were Masters. That way
we can inhabit the truth
and it would be made strong.
Love as the only thing that has
meaning. Understanding. The

Stooping low to face the gentle wa
that drifted under my influence.
Heard these waters held sickness t
and a simple drink taught desponde
A hidden path felt through the unc

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

Anger was beef,
and chickens were too,
and I wasn’t hungry,
at least not anymore.
And a four-score speech

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

Lurid music
dripping about
starts softly
then crescendos
into something

I swear if I have to read
one more poem
of someone cutting themselves
I’m going to cut myself.
Really deep.

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

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