Come here, close, but please be kind As I let you tiptoe through my mind I’ll show you all the things I hide In places that you’d never find These shelves aren’t empty Stocked with care They hold my burdens Weight I bear Hidden hallways, secret doors This palace has so many floors Thoughts live … More Proverbs 23:7
Fame is not what it once was It did not do what it now does The days of old are gone at last For that which was has long since passed Those who seek its key and door Do not know what they’re fighting for Expecting glee, they rush inside And loneliness is all they … More Vanity
Someone told me “Find a wife and settle down” I looked at them and said “Okay, why don’t we talk and break this down” They cleared their throat and said “Ahem. Here is the righteous path of man” I cleared my own and said “Hold on. What if I’m not like all all of them?” … More Work in Progress
All these people, all these poses Looking through a lens of roses Spinning, swirling, they’re all dancing It’s their minds they are romancing We all go out, play the game At night we know we’re all the same Doing things we say we don’t And then pretend and say we won’t Yet you and I … More Sinless Stone
The Saint of Augustine I don’t care if people like me or if people think I’m wise Writing is the only place that I can go without disguise The ink that my quill writes with are the tears that pour down from my eyes I pulled it’s feather from my wing because the other’s feather … More The Saint of Augustine
My little dog, he follows you He mimics all the things we do He wonders why there’s things out there Why he has nothing to compare He watches fights at the dog park He hears the hounds all howl and bark He asks them why they disagree They look at him, then look at me … More My Little Dog
All these thoughts that hide inside are more than just things in our mind, they’re things that we all can confide and they deserve to be defined. Living in this world we’ve clayed has made us rotten, so decayed, that no one seems to know the answer to “how is a smile made?” Nothing matters … More My Plea
Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make … More Peeping, Pulling
A challenge, it should not be to Find someone to see things through Sharing life with only one For that’s what all the wolves have done Till death we part, they howl and cheer With a new litter every year The alpha finds his alpha mate To spend his life and share his fate What … More Memories
I sit down and I think it through I’m driven to do what I do To share, to say, to try to mold A future I, alone, can hold As nothing’s guaranteed in life Except for it’s incessant strife And if they ask who will I be I tell them, read my poetry ‘Cause each … More Driven
How the World Should Work 