The Real Scoop

Alright. This has been a long time coming, and considering recent events, its obvious that I need to come clean about everything involving my past and history (since so many wonderful gossipers online think its cool to make fun of people who have real, legitimately impactful problems in life. Shoot for the stars, Scoop people. … More The Real Scoop

Farewell

*Important Disclaimer* This poem addresses suicide, and in no way promotes the voluntary premature ending of one’s life. This is written with the sole purpose of reaching out to those who have struggled, to help them understand that there are countless others who relate. Despite what you may be going through, know that you are … More Farewell

Baxter Has a Bed

Baxter Has a Bed Mr Baxter has a bed It’s magical, the God dogs said For he can take his bone, you hear? And make that thing just disappear How did you get that so tucked in? What sorcery is this? Such sin I gave the rawhide for your teeth But now it’s buried underneath? … More Baxter Has a Bed

Heed Me, Lord

You don’t want to talk, you say? Sorry, that’s regrettable Things reside inside my mind that are unforgettable So deal with it, you piece of it – it happened, it won’t go away Every mem’ry, every image, like it was just yesterday Maybe some forgot the things you did because their minds are small Prodigious … More Heed Me, Lord

We Are One

Though you are gone, I won’t forget For you are still among us, yet Whispering your wise old words As I sit listening, among the birds I look to you. Look up, you see? I stand before you on my knee Grateful for the words you gave On how to love, how to behave Tacitus, … More We Are One

Exposure

So many people, right and left Thinking they’re so bright and deft If you know what’s played, the game You know that they’re all the same One says this Two says that Both wear the same tattered hat “Here’s what I think!” “Shut him out!” “He knows not what he speaks about!” Politicians posing poised … More Exposure

Birdsong

The path ahead, it’s new, you see Things needn’t be the way they seem They won’t remain as such for long For we can write our own birdsong Soothing leaves, they drift with ease They ride on every autumn’s breeze Gently gliding to the edge They are reborn upon the ledge Destinations, far unknown When … More Birdsong

The Waterfall

You may not know the things I do But that does not make them less true There are acts we all will do That do not beg for praise from you There are times we all are kind To hateful thoughts, we pay no mind We simply do what we’d expect If we were the … More The Waterfall