I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

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

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there

Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.