It is to the night, that we keep s… And yet the place, that holds our… With a furtive glance, we avoid th… Though we’d have better luck, stay… You did not want, what I had to g…
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…
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…
Unto the morning, the night’s futu… Far be it to end, but only time th… Ask nothing in return, yet offer y… Combined of heart and soul, the on… It is the tears of joy, all in whi…
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…
Silent like the night, you went to… Never did you question, or ask wha… It wasn’t for the glory, or even a… But yet you were willing to serve,… How can we repay a debt, when you’…
Within my mind, I cannot stay; For not the truth, remains at bay. No cry of pain, nor fallen tear; Not even faith, will come near. This silent rage, comes of age;
Welcome to, the forever mile; Here are your keys, and your corpo… What we do here, is learn how to l… Yet on some days, all you’ll do is… The terms you agree, are relative…
I know for sure, that God set my… ...Because every day, is right on…
The petals of a Rose, may only la… But the memory of it’s scent, can… And that, is what makes you beauti… Forever.
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’…
Stoic are the eyes, as a city slow… Ignorant to the futility, even as… Though pangs of hunger, echo to th… No longer the prey, for now a hear… And with each new sun, risen by th…
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...
It is through this window, that I… Yet it is my soul, that longs to b… A sudden burst of rain, and a soft… As my only friends, do I speak of… These words I send, but pictures…
