(2013)
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…
