It is sometimes only in darkness,… Only then can we allow, what is tr… Broken trust, and fear to a fault; Though seemingly real, life grinds… Feigning strength, we may pretend…
This is not over, not by a mile; It is perpetuated by love, born of… An unsure step, met with an outstr… A friendship ensued, this is how i… I rescued you from the night, and…
As evening looms, louder than ligh… Ceding to the darkness, charging t… To enter this arena, need only be… Stature no matter, for time is the… Without a sound, it’s presence bec…
I’m the one that believes, in the small of a woman’s back. I’m the one that believes, that you can speak, by turning your back. And I am the one that believes, you can cry without shedd...
Sometimes poetry can be something other than words; (e.g. poetry in motion) Well, recently I had the privilege of encountering poetry personified. I attempted to obtain one of those fre...
I’ve come for the battle, of right… My weapon of choice, to possess so… I can speak volumes, without makin… Though so spiritually lost, though… The armor within, so battered and…
Hold not, to the heart, that may h… For the path you choose, may not b… Severed ties, and a thousand lies; Will never seem fit, behind broken… Of a goodbye kiss, you can always…
A future obscured, by uncertain ho… The present measured, by the abil… Unbridled passion, to be reined an… The delegation of responsibility,… ‘Run for your life’, the latest po…
Upon this journey, though it may s… My advice to you, is to finish str… Along the way, heed the winds of c… For all that is normal, can seem r… So take your chances, in a game ca…
I know for sure, that God set my… ...Because every day, is right on…
I can instantly acquire, what you… A very bad idea, I will always pl… Doing the dirt, that you’re unwill… Exposing to the world, a darker si… Yet alone with myself, is when I’…
My siblings are Compassion. But my sight was dim and my heart was weak. I died. And was reborn. Now I live with a vengeance, and my parents reside within. My thoughts are light, yet ...
Cries the morning, of a wretched n… Binds the living, to it’s urban pl… Feared the most, are sights unseen… Yet still we beg, for it to be a d… A waning sun, that once burned bri…
I, am a soldier of battle. I live, therefore, I train. Those that have come before me, mentors. My weapons; truth, compassion and faith. I was wounded. But now I am back with a vengean...
