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

Winds like giant breaths
spoke life into the dead
with a chilling verse.
This was a night
to reanimate

I keep seeing
them
out of shadows
they creep,
men in black robes.

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

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

The little needle spent its life b
Taken out for another ice moon esc
I dubbed it, at my discretion behi
the life-saving, life-changing, Hi
Like a vampire’s fangs biting into

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

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

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,

A bouquet of peonies sits on the k
Pictures dot the wall, the table s
with the memory of that once perfe
The clock ticks rhythmically, somb
There I am, seated at the head of

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

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

If there was anything that mattere
I would hold hope
that the very thing
would be me.
Profitably me.

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

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

Live to see
from sunrise to set,
dances of dazes,
how memories collect.
Be it too wrong

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

I was Marcus Arelius in love.
Eh rm, except with a woman.
I was an excited spark in flight,
Ah hmm, albeit alone.
My want is mine own, young und old

Seemingly inspirational,
apparitions
of the unconscious mind,
perhaps signals
of inherited and

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.

Life to me is covered
by a velvet sheet,
suffocating me
with rich fabric
and delicate dreams.

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

Everything is a reaction
to everything.
This sentence is a reaction
to the last.
The periods at the end are all rea

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,

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.

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,

In this moment, I am tired.
Dare to stay exhausted?
Tonight - inspired-
yet I’m tired, off to bed.
Don't sleep, be free.

We shoot for superiority.
The best of the idea,
the winning match and set
game for the domination.
I, with masculine energy,

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

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 stars above us
live gigantic lives,
and they allow us
a shimmering glimpse
in the eve of every night.

Madness ensued
in dark corners and wretched taver
where I insulted myself, and I go
by a tribal aggression; must retal
and avenge for society’s sake.

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

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

Oh how I wish
my talent with words
were like
that of a painter
with color and dimension.