Adalasia: First Entry – Sicily, August, 1943 A curious thing happened today. It’s amazing how different things are now amidst the shelling. The incessant shooting, screaming, and shouting. Hardly a week ago I was making pies for Father’s bakery, whistling cheerful tunes and thinking of boys. My every day seemed filled with that of joy … More Love & Loss
Somewhere in the trees tonight Though hidden, sits an owl I hear it through the window, ask “Whose spirit guides you now?” “Memory is not a haven” “When darkened, is the past” “Safety lies ahead for they” “Who fight until their last” Words he spoke, this owl outside Intent, I listened in I gave them … More The Old, Wise Owl
An Angel spreads its righteous wings Its deeds – one of a kind Under a halo hides from view A plagued, Angelic mind Though such beauty, glamour, glee That spread throughout its course Its thoughts are fettered; grandeur, grief And feelings of remorse Reminded, alas, by Angelic plight Not even Saints amongst them, hide For … More Winged Shadows
Sitting there atop the couch, gazing out for half the day Waiting for the sight of me, the sound of gravel Pulling into my driveway All the barking, loud commotion I hear him as I’m getting out Open doors bring so much motion, as he runs and spins about Hopping up onto my knees, its … More The Little Things
Happy birthday, Mom Six years have passed, I know I can’t lie it still feels like You were just with me, though You’re missed more than anything In thoughts each, every day And yes it’s true that not for you I’d have no words to say Everything I’m doing Every word I write Is fueled … More Happy Birthday, Mom
It makes no sense, at least to me Strings are pulled haphazardly Never knowing why, or when A tale to tell, but there’s no pen Rhyme and reason, both absent And yet the cruelty won’t relent Overstaying welcomes Like letters that are never sent A dictator, yes it’s true It controls me, and controls you … More Marionette
Always write the thinks you think on something that’s protected, please ‘Cause you don’t want to end up like the guy who’s in this story, see There was once this lonely man who never gave up anything All he’d do was write and write, lines in plays and lines to sing When he’d do this … More Save Yourself
Hey there you, what a day The sun is out and children play Care for naught, and naught a care If only Life could pause and stay A gleeful sight Until midnight When all dark thoughts Turn on a light Making me remember That sad month before September All hope was lost, the greatest cost … More Loss of the Loved
I wish I may, I wish I might Find beauty in a star tonight One that glances, as it dances To my heart and heals its plight Shining, seeking all alone Eyes on skies, not on a phone I wish I may, I wish I might Hold onto her hand, tonight Visit here, take trips … More Laissez-Faire
Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range
How the World Should Work 