It’s weird for me to be telling this story. I just want to be upfront about that before we get too much further into this little journey you and I are about to go on. Sometimes I wonder why it’s so hard to talk about this stuff when I’m face to face with people, but … More The One: Entry 2
Can we be honest with ourselves for a moment? I want to talk about some things. Things like Facebook. Twitter. Instagram, perhaps. Hell, even Tinder…anything that lets people advertise who they are (or at least who they want to be) without having to concern themselves with the real world. Yeah, I know. It’s not easy … More The One: First Entry
Hello ma’am, I have for you A query I need answers to You see, I was across the bar Seated, writing, mind afar But then a shimmer caught my eye It was your gaze as you walked by And so I was compelled to think Would this girl join me for a drink? Now here … More Hello Ma’am
What is it that you’re thinking while you’re looking at me blinking as you’re struggling with every thought and word? I’m here before you standing and your silence is demanding all you want is to be seen and to be heard Babe just take a breath, your hands are trembling to death, I’ll be right … More Your Words
A damsel in distress she’s not, though nights are all besot with her Affection widely chased more than even gold, frankincense and myrrh Aged better than Venetian wine, smoother than a fine liqueur Treat her as the Queen she is: this maiden we call Literature Sought by many, caught by few, to court her … More Hard to Get
Softly cup my hand to ear As wind blows whispers that I hear Sadness, loss, regret they bring All shadows from my yesteryear Words escape me, ones I’ve lost I never knew how much it’d cost When I thought not to buy a ring The path I should, I never crossed Now I’m forced to … More Winds of Change
Never idle, on the move, ink pours on the page The force that drives, a needed guide, is with me on this stage I try to be an optimist, but sometimes I’m consumed by rage Thinking of how things are done and how they could so quickly change Yes all the world’s a stage you … More My Hands
Ripples, I see down below The waves are moving, soft and slow Like zephyrs, gently drifting through The water’s stillness calms and soothes I cast a rock into its deeps Watch it sink as this willow weeps I see the first bright evening star Across the lake, the trees afar The coast adorns a bright … More Ripples
The sand, the dirt, the grass, the trees The sticks, the stones, the light, the breeze The things this world has made for me Have warmed my heart and set me free I look at the stars as I rest on my knee They twinkle and spark, this light that I see I gaze at … More My Life
They’re carried each and every day, they never ever go away. I cannot seem to find a place where minds are clear and thoughts erased. They stay with me, they’re always there, it seems a saddened love affair. My heart is blackened when the air begins to flow with fervent prayer. The things I’ve done, … More Scars
How the World Should Work 