You ask me why I’m like this I’ll tell you best I can Some things have happened in my life That made me who I am I used to see things one way But that way got turned to two And then I started seeing things From all these points of view Everything around me … More Where Do You Belong
NECESSARY I think I’ll write a poem that speaks epic truth, tonight It doesn’t matter if you tend to lean left or lean right Politics aren’t helping us, the gap is greater in-between We need to stop fixating on whose King or who is Queen We need to shift the focus to what matters, that’s … More Necessary
In his right hand sat a rifle, pointing at his kin In the other there was powder, and it was meant for him Turn the clock back and these two brothers who had played Never would have seen this coming as they grew and aged What is it that we need? Why must we … More These Things Matter
“All real writers are published” Hang on a second, that statement’s wrong! What say you of bloggers, huh? Can poets not come tag along? “Ha! We scoff with tilted heads” “Real writers do those on the side” “We know that true art lies in sales” “For money validates our stride” “So please, a blogger? Some … More You Might Be A Writer If…
Sure a catchy title, no? I mean its kind of right Said before, I’m sure it’s so But came to me tonight Some day an agent reading a Submission (one of mine) Will finish it and be like “Shit!” “This author I must sign!” But then the intern (her name’s Pam) Will come … More You Can’t Spell Fame Without Me
The world is torn, its seams are frayed They say they’ve wished them well and prayed So many hold opinions, strong But words are where they stop, its wrong For if the ones who claim to care Are genuine, then where’s their fare? What costs have they all taken on? Outside of tweets, or … More Torn
Tell me what things I’ll see when I pull back the layers What’s up in the attic while they play house down the stairs? What person are you, when there’s no one around? What things do you think when no one else can be found? Your face, it is beauty, untainted and quaint Yet what … More The Apex
“LONG LIVE THE KING!” The Transition has come, and the night of festivities to celebrate Grr Barker’s ascension to the Bone is at hand. “At last, he is King!” Drunkenly swaying through a tavern full of the finest bitches, Grr Sleepsalot wafts his bowl of ale in the air. “To Grr Barker!!” He shouts as … More The Ward & the Bone: 10
I sit here in silence, observing the fray They jump and they fly and they chirp and they play No notion of others, surroundings are clear They have no concern for the things that are near A troupe, all together, just having some fun Enjoying themselves now that rainfall has come A friendship? A family? … More The Bath of the Birds
Come my friend, its you, I know, that stands outside my Lake Chateau. I took a walk, just hours ago, and now I sit by this window. Please, my friend, I’ve something to show; come join me through the portico. Open the door – its unlocked, you know, and come share this fine, old, red … More My Lake Chateau
How the World Should Work 