Immobilized by inconquerable lethargy powered by unconscious lungs herded by panic as limbs clash with intention the trance that will not let you wake nor allow sleep immerses you in an ocean of curiously pointless struggle through the thickened nothingness of indecipherable transparency making for an interesting cruise through…

Out at sea near the beautiful booby cay Islands is a Stunning coral Reef there lies the beauty no eyes has ever seen. Fishes or every kind sand and corals dimmer in light The ocean floor is pure as gold The blessings from our creator…

Nothing Human I might spend an entire lifetime by an absurd assertion All of man-made is a mere reflection Of what nature had already inspired So our ideas were merely hired Yet I contradict myself often and am forced to alter When speaking of the…

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…

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…

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….

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…

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  …

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…

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…