Together we will stand for the right to be free. When ‘God made us he made us to stand for what. We believe in. The right to be free from all the evil. That our hearts see. Together we will stand for the right to…

She loves the pain, but hates to bleed, her pain continues to feed, reckless during the night, loving the fight, screaming after each bite, the agony of this calamity, is whats driving my insanity, she’s the queen of terror, my princess of the night, normal…

You could feel your soul fading away from your body, but you still feel a little pain. You feel the emotions raising above you, and rebuilding its out of the question; because it takes to disintegrate to the ground. You still feel the pain and…

How do you see yourself VS how others portrait you? When do you look within before putting the blame on others. How you move forward without hurting any longer. How do you see yourself and how you project who you really are. Why do we…

Girl sitting on cold cement, hungry, shivering, watching spectators enter the Garden oblivious to her existence.   Young man walks by, noticing girl who has before hungrily accepted his offering of a sandwich and hot coffee. His own pockets light, He once again proffers sustenance….

  To the ears of the supplicant and patron alike, the phrase “We need” may be the most painful to hear; We need bread; We need housing; We need jobs; We need hope; But most importantly, we need change so that it no longer is…

We need to play. We need to rest. We need to eat. We need to sleep. We need to win. We need to lose. We need to hop. We need to stop. We need to live. We need to die. We need to erase this…

HOUR EIGHT POEM # 8 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON LIFE Earth motionless in place, Traveling quietly in space. Through the corridor of stars, Find no doors, gates or bars. The Sun controls the light, The Moon reflects the night. The ocean tides move in, out….

I am the Lady Bartholomew! Not some poet’s muse! How dare he write of me In lust! Yet gracefully… That he doth dare to think I may, in some dark corner, Spread my blessed wings, Or entreat his push of things. “Long and thick,” the maidens…

The sky is blue today, the grass is green The clouds are white, the blood is red and brown The sun does shine upon a foul attack Is death what waits at sunrise, sunsets too? The knife and bullet spray on peaceful days. The sky…