(2014)
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
