Faith, So Fickle

Someone has to light the fuse For He has prophets He can use Who among us will ignite The fire we’ve begged for all night? Burning down judgmental lies And through the burning ash, arise New life that now is given to The ones who worship without “who” For if there is a God above … More Faith, So Fickle

Fly Away

If you saw her true interior Past the toughened, hard exterior Saw the sadness and the fear in her Youd’ve never said those things Every day she stays devout And keeps her calm as you just shout Of things you know nothing about Blinded by the hate it brings Granted taken, you have done Oblivious … More Fly Away

My Words

My Words You may be good with numbers, see But words belong to those like me My foundry melts the “b” and “e” To craft the words which come to be Every letter that I write is stamped with things I think at night These books, these poems, the short stories I write to put … More My Words

Facts Are Few

Facts are few, but they just may Be everything we talk today Your word. His word. Her word. Theirs. No one seems to understand the realness of current affairs Logic is illogical when numbers mean nothing no more All that matters is the playbook that they carry to the floor It’s funny, right? Cause here, … More Facts Are Few

Cooperation

Are you real? No, are you real? Are you the things you say you feel? Are you the things you talk about Or are you just another spout Fountains flowing, they look nice, but if you shook and rolled the dice, would you be the same person if I looked once when I looked twice? … More Cooperation

My Snoring Lot

I know I had a chance to rise when that old man, a sign he brought Me and Maw had read it and a job it had, it asked a lot “Welcome to the World”, it said, “We need to build this fort we drawt” “And any man who builds it will rise socially, he’ll … More My Snoring Lot