Oh how I wish my talent with words were like that of a painter with color and dimension.

There is no other, no mother, no father, Only you and me Between the shade, of the house we made,

Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,

I grew up staring starry-eyed at t… of healthier men walking out of do… head held high while I kept their… It wasn’t something to really envy… and a fine nights sleep. No family…

What is a name? Glorified ticket to fame? Or something else entirely? Are you a fallen tree in the fores… or are you a pair of ragged claws

Alas my fellow poets, have I foun… amongst your fold: fellow stoics,… Kindred in spirit and dreamers of… Oh sweet apathy, I write of your… Oh lady I will be your beer speak…

Live to see from sunrise to set, dances of dazes, how memories collect. Be it too wrong

Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something

The lapel of my jacket held its wa… as I walked down the daring, dark… I couldn’t spell my own defeat as the passions of my vengeance un… Like a knight fighting for vain gl…

You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots

Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything

Lined up the gunmen with sparkling garments, one by on… spelled doom for the poor prisoner who gazed at the setting sun. The pompous captain stood tall,

At first, I was the reveling masq… In a dozen wanton nights, with a lack of fright for social a… I sought to receive. I sought to breath

The stars above us live gigantic lives, and they allow us a shimmering glimpse in the eve of every night.

The ladder is before you Will you climb? Well of course you will You have the time Those first rungs are easy

She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,

I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.

Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu… nor violence by which we all measu… Sometimes the only definition of m… Like crossing the Rubicon,

I have a hole in my heart. Once a trusty pouch is now a conspiring pump that floods my insides with the dark red fury

French Vanilla, a sweet taste I haven’t had in a while. Came back suddenly when I stared too intently

Creating, condemning, piercing my skin with a rough sketch, tattoo ink and a clueless reminder found within every pore.

We shoot for superiority. The best of the idea, the winning match and set game for the domination. I, with masculine energy,

“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…

The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes

Do I dare sing of love in the middle of the night? When ghosts of family past stand in my sight? They judge me

If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.

There it is again, that weird, translucent awareness suddenly felt when sitting directly opposite from som… in a small, non-intimate room.

Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…

A cockroach died of starvation in… Slightly annoyed as I laced my mu… to go outside and find my way to t… steal some coffee from a bank befo… I dropped my American Eagle key o…

And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,

A puff of air internalized in a vacant room. Cows among me chewing the expensive cud that

Here’s the bet. What’s a blind? Pass the pretzels bro. I’ve never had this beer before.… Have these cards been shuffled?

Little black rocks dotted the side… as I held my gaze down there. What was I doing here... almost crippled by fear No, I’m doing this.

The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n… splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk.

Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.

Winds like giant breaths spoke life into the dead with a chilling verse. This was a night to reanimate

There’s four of them, circling aro… not doing or thinking of tomorrow. Just simple thoughts and words sha… to each other. Today yet another d… Dressed mostly in black, with rand…

Her gaze is slightly off-center as she stares at an unknown landscape. Only I can wonder. Long black hair

The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.

I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a

...in a desert of boredom. Or ennu… The words flutter like a salacious… Foaming at the mouth, inappropriat… Baudelaire on drugs. A reading, by a poet,

Lines of them there. People in a crowd, hundreds of them. An outdoor concert, vibrations pulsating the air, inviting the hu…

Rock 'n’ Roll kept me up nights until the morning lights of the ne… became battered reminders of accos… that threw itself on my near-awake… Scrreeeeccchhhh! Long, Angry Yel…

The humming of the electrical wire… gently existing outside my window as the birds lay alongside there, napping

Fire and Water sensations rinses and rises as a dutiful procedure. Felt within,

A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also

Gazing at the heavens, wondering if I am to blame for evil. Incorrigible self.

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack… in halcyon piles to suffocate the… For others, houses blow in the win…

~Read the tome. And read it again… Stories meant to never end but always beginning again. I felt new refrain as I gathered my mind.

dead water and the rising smoke from the desert rocks still to erupt with the fire of love. Perhaps newer. The desire to live life without risk. Hidden. An erect spine Time is timid to ...

I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,

The rapture had finally hit, as the music in this stadium rocks the beat and pulsates like a living creature ready to bu… My friends and I are celebrated i…

Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…

I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…

There’s a little bit of blood on my breathe. My blood, breathing, within vitality

It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,