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
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
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 I wish to find a star tonight One that glances when it dances For my heart and sees my plight One that’s out there In the sky Hidden from the naked eye Someone seeking, all alone Eyes set forward, not on a phone I wish I may, … 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
In a meadow, where nothing’s grown, there lives a Willow, all alone O’er the meadow blows a breeze, as the Willow dreams of other trees Longing for one friend to keep, this lonely Willow starts to weep Such sadness falls from its poor frond, it’s tears fall down, and form a pond Images reflect above, … More The Lonely Willow
Seven circles sit inside a silent stadium, they watch within One begins to shed his light, but learns that he’s committing sin Two then starts to make remarks, and quickly sees that he’s not fit Protecting Three was not in me and I should not have reached for it Number Four is at my door, … More Seven Circles
Twinkle twinkle, little star I fear you know not where you are When you’re in my world, it is quaint And we are all the things you ain’t Human law, it’s cool I guess But do not make us say digress Cause at that point, things won’t anoint And souls won’t make it to their … More Twinkle Twinkle
Such sadness, sorrow, sores of men Lie rest in all transgression, sin Such serene solitude falls in The story of this Anne Boleyn Maiden of the arts and crafts A beauty who, through all, would laugh Always thinking, shirts she’d hem And always making mice of men Sharpened tongue, a sharper heart No other could … More Anne Boleyn
Calm yourself, come closer, near For there’s a sound that I wish you to hear Close your pretty eyes, love, and just try to listen in Yes, I see you grinning to the tune of violin Lay down the things around you All the weight those shoulder’s bear Step into my room, love Shut out … More Life’s True Journey
Unforgiving, relentless, cruel More sour than lemon or lime Yielded by Life, this emotionless tool Deals pain that’s inevitable: Time No matter the love or the laughter it sees It strikes without warning or sign Its flame turns to smolder the most peaceful of trees All beginnings, it ends by design Why, all too often, … More Love & Loss
How the World Should Work 