Today a message came to me From one who reads my poetry The sender asked just how I write And how my ideas come to light He wanted help for what Block had caused Asked “How come your content’s never paused?” Tonight, my friend, I’ll heed your call And tell you how I break that … More Concept
Standing here, I flip this coin My oft stray dreams now fine’ly join The thieves of thought think hard, you see And mine the deepest cavity Requiring midnight’s darkness; black The sound of silence, naught a crack The ones who came before me know Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and Poe Together who all see this world … More This Wishing Well
Psst, hey you! Come here, my friend To you, my hand, I shall extend Don’t be shy, come quietly This is for you, just follow me A tour this is, with me, your guide So let us gently step inside Now take a seat, get strapped right in Prepare the mind to twirl and … More The Tour
Every single second Each and every single day Is a blessing given to us For us to use and play Life is but a moment A brief wrinkle in time A canvas to be colored In or outside of the line You see, its not a rigid path Through which all are meant … More Make it Count
Pain It fills my veins Evades the remedies Reaches all my extremities A life of love so temporary, I allude I opt instead for darkness, and solitude Pen and pad are all I want, they’re all I need Though I try to hide the pain, each day I grieve Search for calm and peace of … More Pyramid
It’s funny really, sit back and watch At all the people, climbing notch Try to break an industry That only wants to catch, release They all want content, what they need A mind like mine, that doesn’t feed On all the bullshit, all the fake And how much money can I make This game is … More Keep it Close
The real inside you wants to out Because you know what you’re about It’s scratching, teething, ripping in Creating so much real tension The world is wasted, the time is ours To fix these fucking scrapes and scars These people all have gone to hell It’s time we step up, fix the shell Well do … More The Real You
This is a story, of that I’ll tell As I fill my black inkwell A pen and pad, it works I think Yet naught compares to quill, and ink To sit within this room of black And think of all the world shall lack The pain I feel, I think it so The same as … More My Black Inkwell
You want an album? No I say Cause I don’t rap, not any day I just write, my words they say Enough for you and me today I get it, all these things I write They make sense when you read at night This world is filled with hate and fright And reading lends … More No I Say
I want to die But not because The reason that You’re thinking of See all I want Is for you hoes To like my poems And like my prose And come on guys We all admit That once you’re dead Your works legit I know, it makes My mind go numb That people are So … More I Want to Die
How the World Should Work 