What is right and what is wrong? Do we even know this now? Fingertips have so much there and yet nobody’s asking how Years of light have passed of late, everything’s on different time The world our youth is born unto is not the same as yours or mine It may be hard to swim … More Know When to Fold
Walking down this lonely aisle Hoping it won’t take awhile To confess what’s on my mind I draw the curtain, then unwind Forgive me Father, I have sinned “Tell me Son, what brings you in?” I cannot make recompense I can’t find your first defense “Wait my child, what do you mean?” Just listen please, … More Confession Booth
With the birds I share this view, indeed Yes it’s lonely, but it’s the only Only thing I seem to see Flying high up in the sky Looking down on things below See amidst, we’re so transfixed On that which sells tix to the show And yet if We flipped the switch Then maybe we … More Worlds of War
I ask Him where this road will go He answers, saying “I don’t know” “Your path: its paved by you alone” “And every act lays one more stone” My mind, it mulls these words he spoke So many thoughts they do provoke No longer shall I wonder “where” For its the “now” that gets me … More A Step at a Time
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
The cream will rise, they always say But then they paint in shades of grey Talent touches, waters reach But oceans only wave so far Contained by a sand-castled beach All those castles in the sand Lead to newer, unfound land And yet only a few exist Castles, yes But in their mist In their … More They All Say
Take the fake, these false facades, that fathered; fostered sins of men Strip away deceptive fray, diversion, and all discretion Peel and peel until revealed is that which we all want to know Showing all the once concealed, the real that gossips tend to grow What lies there so under care? I long to see … More Deceive, or Not Deceive
There’s gotta be a reason for these sayings to be said sometimesTyping all these stereos, there’s context behind every lineWe joke that nice guys finish last yet struggle with believing itBut our subconscious can’t be fooled, it says don’t be so full of shit It matters not if we admit, but every mind is filled … More Less is More
Hello lovely lady, whats with that long face? What stresses your mind that is troubling the place? I’m sorry to hear it, trust I understand So much in this life tries to stop what we’ve planned Step into my arms and let’s dry off those tears I’ll call my friend Karma, scare away all your … More All Fears Forgotten
Feelings, forgotten, find footing I feel Forsaken for freedoms fragile hearts need to heal Faith in what’s fallen finds familiar ground What’s lost is now fine’ly so fittingly found Quizzically curious yet quite cautious I’ll be To catch, claim, acquire what’s now correct for me Concerns creep clandestine, cry subconsciously Cracked quiet, a cat-o-nine quells … More Feelings, Forgotten
On November the fourth, at five fifteen in the afternoon, a sharply dressed gentleman in a casual suit, cowboy hat, and shiny snakeskin boots walks into a dive bar on the busy streets of New York City. Approaching the long row of stools aligning the bar top, he chooses one directly adjacent to the only … More Perspective, Pt. 1
Everybody thinks they’re smartest They do so much or work the hardest What if someone told you, nay That we all carry equal weight? I do not care anymore I’ll find what I am looking for Rising till I reach their floor Laugh at the lock then break the door It’s not a thing that … More Vice Versa
Mr. Baxter, he loves his life So much so, he took a knife Looked down at his abdomen And said “Know what? Screw this, I’m in” I looked at him, puzzled of course Because I’m fairly sure discourse Is capable among we men Not dogs, you know? Only humans So after getting over that I … More Place Your Vet
Never have I ever wrote a word I don’t remember, sitting silent serving purpose in the spaces that they’re set I know because I inked them from the places that I thinked them which at times might seem erratic, but I never forget Forget the possibility that if not you it must be me, but … More Hid Intentions
You may not like it, but rules are made It does not matter, sunshine, or shade I truly do feel bad for you But this is what we have to do I know you hate it, but it must be Like trees that grow from one small seed So don’t complain, it’s for the best … More If I Must
So many things happen in life That cause us pain, anguish, or strife Things that make us question Him Be it loss, or love, or sin Moments pass when we’re astray Confused, consumed, cornered, at bay Yet if we can stay the course There exists an age old force Something that comes from within But … More Shooting Stars
Tipping points Just what are they? A phenomenon that doesn’t play They serve as words you need not say Their meaning scoffed, and tucked away It’s easy to go through the motions As if we’ve brewed naive cold potions That way we can brush the rug But really it’s a hole we’ve dug It’s effortless … More The Spark
Baxter, Baxter, treat-eat master Always looking for a bite Always needing his next feeding Chompers chewing every night If he’s awake that means he’s hungry There is no if and or when If he’s not sleeping he is eating Tummy always grumble’n Ding ding ding! You hear that ring? Ears up, that was the microwave … More Baxter, Baxter
What is this? I see this mirror Reflecting back my greatest fear All events we see and hear Their purpose, all, remains unclear Rhyme and reason have no place In this forgotten, empty space We question why, yet answered naught As chaos, cruelly, has appeared Death, it laughs with irony It’s darkness finds the light … More Why
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
How the World Should Work 