Many tales I have to tell This one, friends, this one’s of Hell Not the Hell the Bible sells This Hell, well, this Hell’s a smell Many men had walked this land Before inventing the trash can I wonder why? It’s simple, so Just take your trash, and in it goes Anyway, this smell I … More Improvise and Adapt
You’ve moved on, yeah? You’re happy now I’m glad for you And yet, somehow Memories still fill my mind The good, the bad, the happy kind You may not still think of me But I have not forgotten, see Every love, they make their mark They light up thoughts when things get dark A laugh, … More New Leaves
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
You never wreck my to go box When I leave you in the car When we’re at the puppy park You never stray too far You learn new tricks At nine clock ticks I don’t know how you do it, bro You’re so dang cute You play the flute? I gave that up so long … More An Ode to Mr Baxter
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
How the World Should Work 