Wanting, needing, hoping to find a love that’s so pure and oh so true. I look up, down, side to side I look everywhere for that bond that is strong as glue. I walk the paths of lonesome souls head held high. Maybe today I…
Category: Marathon Poem
An Ode to Mnemosyne
I call to thee, O’ sweet Mnemosyne Gaia’s fountainhead; spring of memory, Pull forth from thine father of the heavens Thy legacy of Devine expressions. Call into being, O’ mine Oracle, All thoughts visceral and primordial Lest they escape into oblivion To sup waters…
First poem
One, two, three, four, five, six Submerged and amused. Thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five, thirty six Holding, pressure building. Fifty six, fifty seven, fifty eight, fifty nine Bubbles dance and race away. Seventy five, seventy six, seventy seven Eyes sting, lungs protest….
Are you ready kids?
My friends say I suck; I think I soak. I’m but an undergraduate employed at a burger shack. My friend is a star but I’m stuck behind a bar; My neighbor thinks I’m annoying- he’s my only friend and now I’m crying. I’m just a…
9 am
I feel weightless while submerged The sounds in my ears are like a gentle thunder I am free under the Shooshing water Creating ripples as I exhale small bubbles Looking up, I see A distorted vision Of the land We call home …
Word
In the beginning was the word There are many beginnings Not enough words So I type the words but I feel No stirring but anxiety Anger, ripe trilogies of Heroic offering with armored Men on horses save As if in battle scarred By the years…
Diary of Grace
When my heart felt your love. For my soul. With your smiles of your grace. Diary of grace. Is always the most beautiful words. Of the grace love. His love for my soul. Diary of his love for my soul. Diary of grace is love…
The Man In My Dream
He comes along with a big smile In form that no one will whine. A look that is deceiving and worn, As if he has a heart full of thorn. He opens his heart in thousand words But one can understood. It takes a…
Poem #2: Wanting a Blue Daybreak
“Wanting a Blue Daybreak” Those weekend nights in winter when daybreak swapped stage with the bleak satin of twilight and no curtain could make midnight any less dark, I remember them and the dunes of snow as we passed another distraught gas station, how we…
crossing over
submersed in the deep blue ocean i so long to be- to live among the coral reef the sand the rock the sea the endless shift in atmosphere the in and out of tide a shark or dolphin swim right past to stare me in…