Something’s happening, and a lot of people aren’t realizing it. They can feel it, sure; but they aren’t quite able to put their finger on the sensation that they’re experiencing. So let me try to do it for you. I’m going to describe the phenomenon to which I refer in one, concise, statement: Your consciousness … More The Most Important Thing I’ve Ever Written
The Saint of Augustine I don’t care if people like me or if people think I’m wise Writing is the only place that I can go without disguise The ink that my quill writes with are the tears that pour down from my eyes I pulled it’s feather from my wing because the other’s feather … More The Saint of Augustine
My little dog, he follows you He mimics all the things we do He wonders why there’s things out there Why he has nothing to compare He watches fights at the dog park He hears the hounds all howl and bark He asks them why they disagree They look at him, then look at me … More My Little Dog
All these thoughts that hide inside are more than just things in our mind, they’re things that we all can confide and they deserve to be defined. Living in this world we’ve clayed has made us rotten, so decayed, that no one seems to know the answer to “how is a smile made?” Nothing matters … More My Plea
Peep. Pull. Tell me I should try to start writing songs They say that I could make money writing all these wrongs I don’t really think that anybody seems to understand I don’t do this to make money, I do it for the things I stand Nothing that I’ve done has been done to make … More Peeping, Pulling
A challenge, it should not be to Find someone to see things through Sharing life with only one For that’s what all the wolves have done Till death we part, they howl and cheer With a new litter every year The alpha finds his alpha mate To spend his life and share his fate What … More Memories
First of all, let’s all acknowledge the one thing I KNOW on which we can all agree: our nation’s “leaders” are acting more childish as of late than a class of second graders trying to decide who gets to pick first for their P.E. class’s dodgeball tournament. That is to say…they’re embarrassing us. For the … More Politicians: Analyzing Who They Really Are
I sit down and I think it through I’m driven to do what I do To share, to say, to try to mold A future I, alone, can hold As nothing’s guaranteed in life Except for it’s incessant strife And if they ask who will I be I tell them, read my poetry ‘Cause each … More Driven
Words, they say, aren’t sharp as swords They cannot pierce, or strike the chords Tonight, I pray, these words I’ve brought Will do such things that swords cannot Fights are fought for faith, and pride When we should stop instead, confide Admit that when all’s said and done What’s known of life, amounts to none … More Pens & Swords
I know there’s one, one sad soul out there Waiting wishing, somebody, somewhere Who cares for all the things of which I care The answer to my one, my only prayer Deepest love is hidden in a vulnerable and lonely place It hides behind the things we all ignore and do not want to face … More Patience
How the World Should Work 