Purveyor of dreams Marketer of fantasies The doyen of thrills The audience he mesmerizes Through deceit and surprises

’Twas the warmest night of the sum… Damp, muggy, suffocating and miser… The old ceiling fan droning; a flu… Of gossamer wings; the heat unbear… She lay beside him above the bedco…

What a choice we have; we’re so sc… One’s a liar, the other’s so damn… Remember Whitewater? Oh, she’s so… But he’s a racist, a sexist, just… We heard she’s hard on the Secret…

Overhead, he watched an eagle slow… Riding on thermals rising from war… He surveilled from atop a rock, ov… A breath-taking scene; now tattooe… A panoramic view of the bay, in sh…

A Sonnet She’s never seen the sun shining b… Surprisingly, the rays burn not he… Ne’er felt happier, pure joy from… Her whole body quivers; every fibe…

The fog hangs low this Sabbath mo… I saw a rose I could’ve… Red shimm’ring petals, not one tho… Out in the distance, so forlorn As I approached, a wintry breeze

Tis not the journey Tis not the destination Tis the company Tis the sacred brotherhood That they have pledged to uphold

Summer afternoon, chores all done War games call, so here we go Twelve of us from the hood Careful not to let our parents kno… To the woods we go, up on a hill

A Sonnet The red sun sank behind the wester… Painting the sky in psychedelic hu… Crimson, tangerine, even midnight… As nightfall cloaks the earth with…

Hang in there when life treats you… Fight for it and never give up too… Dreams you realize are that much s… When the struggle is longer and to… Problems in life, they’re always p…

The golden eye peeked from the wes… And glowered as streaks of cirrus… The clouds blushed, like purple da… And tangerine blossoms in the crim… Higher up, clouds are many shades…

Not everyone will accomplish somet… Most of us just have to find meani… In mundane moments that we are wea… Into a tapestry of memories as we… Not everyone will achieve power; t…

The heat’s oppressive even in the… Bright wavy lines arise from the p… Looks like sparks will ignite any… Tinder dry woods could be in ruins… Out in the open field, our nerves…

Farewell fellow traveler We’ll see you on the flip-side May tailwinds guide you safely As you cross the great divide A real pleasure knowing you

This poem is ugly; it’s brutal too But it’s my honest point of view I love my city and will always do So surely, this poem makes me blue… ***