Lighten TF Up

I’m on a lifelong mission, I’d be remiss not to admit But every now and then I say enough of all this shit Why don’t I let my fixed hair down and pour myself a drink? You know what? Let me take that back. I’ll pour several, I think   Tonight I shall forget the … More Lighten TF Up

The Answer: 2

Thought. It is such a curious concept. It exists behind everything. Every single action, every single behavior, every single thing we do is motivated by thought, whether conscious or not. Breathing, for example. Do you think every time you take a breath? I think not. And yet you do it. I am having difficulty compartmentalizing … More The Answer: 2

Torn

The world is torn, its seams are frayed They say they’ve wished them well and prayed So many hold opinions, strong But words are where they stop, its wrong   For if the ones who claim to care Are genuine, then where’s their fare? What costs have they all taken on? Outside of tweets, or … More Torn

The Apex

Tell me what things I’ll see when I pull back the layers What’s up in the attic while they play house down the stairs? What person are you, when there’s no one around? What things do you think when no one else can be found? Your face, it is beauty, untainted and quaint Yet what … More The Apex

Conscience

Things we think we know are true The life we live, both me and you So often isn’t candid truth I say to this confession booth What rules are right? What rules are wrong? What lyrics tell A moral song? These questions, see, exist to ask Just what, in life, is our great task? To … More Conscience

Concept

Today a message came to me From one who reads my poetry The sender asked just how I write And how my ideas come to light He wanted help for what Block had caused Asked “How come your content’s never paused?” Tonight, my friend, I’ll heed your call And tell you how I break that … More Concept

This Wishing Well

Standing here, I flip this coin My oft stray dreams now fine’ly join The thieves of thought think hard, you see And mine the deepest cavity Requiring midnight’s darkness; black The sound of silence, naught a crack The ones who came before me know Shakespeare, Whitman, Frost, and Poe Together who all see this world … More This Wishing Well

The Tour

Psst, hey you! Come here, my friend To you, my hand, I shall extend Don’t be shy, come quietly This is for you, just follow me   A tour this is, with me, your guide So let us gently step inside Now take a seat, get strapped right in Prepare the mind to twirl and … More The Tour