Wanderlust, traveler, perhaps even gypsy So many labels they’ve applied, but in reality Living life is all she wants, it’s really that simple Her spirit shines through both her smile, and her cute cheek dimple Life is meant for living, yes, a thing she truly gets Singing, dancing, spinning round, she loves without regrets Always … More Wanderlust
Unforgiving, relentless, cruel More sour than lemon or lime Yielded by Life, this emotionless tool Deals pain that’s inevitable: Time No matter the love or the laughter it sees It strikes without warning or sign Its flame turns to smolder the most peaceful of trees All beginnings, it ends by design Why, all too often, … More Love & Loss
Friday night, bars are closing I don’t know why I’m here Feelings hit me deep inside, stepping in this Uber ride It’s loneliness I fear Every time, inside my head I say that she’s the one Naïveté and ignorance have got me acting with no sense So why oh why do I keep saying this … More Woe is Me
Put my whistle to the wind, there’s naught another ‘round Divided is the road I’m on, my choice shall prove profound “Go left,” says he, “Go right!” says she The demons, they’ve misled I ask “which way?” “That way!” They say And so I point my sled Every choice we make is a decision in … More King in all but Name
Some time ago, I sat upon a balcony, just staring on My mind, my thoughts, my very soul, sat wondering where it all goes I pondered whether, when we die, the scrolls are true, or just a lie And as I sat there, lost in thought, a child came, a book he’d brought Sitting down … More The Fear of Death
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
There lives a small famiwee, I call dem da Boyds They are so pwetty and so vewy cute I love to watch them frowick and pway Everwy day on my morning commute Dey live in a howse dats made out of straw Da parwents, dey must be da best All of da time da Boyds … More Da Boyds
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 