As I walk through the woods, I am overcome with pungent oxygen… cedar as incense for the soul. The branches overhead enfold me, caressing my senses with gentle divinity. There is no need for altars, pews, and lecturing with words. I am in the church…

In my spare time And time won’t be a problem I do my favorite thing And stare at the moon The moon’s beauty is unexplanable In all its glory One can stare lovingly And a lake of emotions will flow Without panic Just pure bliss…

Why every summer is there is bloodshed in the streets? We have to go on to our parties, weddings, and vacations. Another birthday to celebrate, as we hug our families extra tight. Just another day in the middle east, east coast, west coast fight.  …

Lying awake late into the night I contemplate this day in my life Tremendous low ebb, fantastic heights Blending the lines between joy and strife. My thoughts rush on in free flight This way and that, what can I reason? Then the hint of nature’s…

My year in books is not yet full or even close to a completion But I have had a fair share of different worlds The moon shone bright in Metro 2033 and creatures howled above the ground A lake of emotions stirred in me when…

Spare me the glory, Because I am in a panic Over the Moon following me down the interstate, Accelerating the Jeep I invested In to travel the lake, It’s calling my name, Screaming for met rest my breastbone on bae. I long to enjoy the…

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases. With a slime letters weaved with saluva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka and in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing…

Red moon rose o’er the breastbone of Fire Lake took stock of the scene without panic the Jeep–curious–shone underwater she turned white and lifted free of the treetops ready to spare none her light        

We met when I was eleven And she had just turned ten I moved into her neighborhood And we became fast friends Five decades plus have passed us Our friendship rounding many bends But one thing we both can tell you Our friendship will never…

Asymptotes. No matter how close they can get with each other, They will never ever be together. Parallel Lines. No matter how much they cling and long for it, They can do nothing about love if their hearts will never even meet. Tangent lines. No…