Mr. Baxter loves car rides He hops inside and then he hides Below his blanket, I see a claw Coming from his tiny paw I turn the key and we’re like “vroom” He has his seat and all that room Laying down, his head held low Until I open the window He pops right up, … More Car Rides
Human behavior has become my interest, it’s no secret. Its fun to look out at the world and see what reality we’ve crafted for ourselves. Here’s one I recently realized that made me laugh. The pants dance. Yes, the battle of the sexes has been waged since the dawn of time (thanks a lot, Eve….jk … More The Pants Dance
I’m going to begin this with a poem I wrote a few years ago, because it lays out the context of what I’m about to write. Also, I want to acknowledge that I got the idea to write this after watching a documentary on Amazon Prime called The First War for Western Civilization. Want to … More Gratitude to the Greeks: The Birth of Democracy
Such sadness can we all relate When viewing how things are of late Right or left, red or blue It does not matter, for I am you You are me, we disagree And at the end, can’t you see? There is nothing to regret We simply are just human, yet For some reason we can’t … More The Human Condition
Hello, little Griffin Right now you’re just a piffin But you do the things your mom tells you And you’ll put up a fight That’s right, my little man Listen to your mom and dad And they’ll show you things you’ll do that keep us up at night The winder and the finder and the … More Hello, Little Griffin
Stop the train of thought which says that you and I are enemies All it is is propaganda, put out by these entities Entities of power, wealth, falsely feigning jealousies Sitting back and watching as we fight and commit felonies Stop Right now You have the chance to do it They’re using you, abusing you, … More Stop This Train
Clad in iron, stonewalled keeps, maidens in the court Archers notched at every tower, guarded is this fort Moats are deep, stocked with beasts, waiting for a fight Meade ‘a plenty, grains are stored, feasts fall through the night Strong, the souls who dance within, twirling in the dark Every word, the King who speaks, … More The Righteous King
Don’t you get it yet? I’m not doing this for me I’m doing this to redefine the notion to be free Why you think these poems I ink I post without a ©️? I don’t care I’m well aware They can be stolen or could be thieved Because to me The more they read The … More I’m Well Aware & Do Not Care
Some may find it strange, how I built this firing range, it houses all the darkness and emotions that I feel It’s closed to other guests because it’s where my conscience rests, I know in here there is no fear and everything is real The structures made of glass so I can see through at … More My Firing Range
People see you rise and they all pray for your demise I’ll never get how things can change with the ones you know and love They see a like and hate it and the day you know you made it you look back and no ones left but these new people up above But wait! … More Haters
How the World Should Work 