i wanna be in a play where they know me I wanna be in a place where I am safe I wanna be in a place they know my name even if fleeting I just wanna in that that place where my loved ones are

My faithful friend My second set of eyes You serve as my memory A buffer when one is needed The historian of the family You keep and tell stories. I honor you. Stay close by You never know when I might need you.

to look at me is to look at a two-way mirror from the closed side see only your face looking slightly wrong but still yours while I stand on the other side frantically trying to maintain the illusion   love yourself and you will love…

When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…

They laugh and they sigh but babies do cry; a form of speaking, aye! An automatic and frantic spike of infants and toddlers alike.   First motionless and cradled, now flip and they wobble able and once helpless bait now prey like sharks in wait.  …

POEM 21 Wheat, wheat an ancient grain. Its knobby head is valued like gold. Grind it smooth for flour or course for the bowl. Its color is earthen, its aroma like dust from the plain. In biblical days it was revered, plucked and stored as…

Finally you are the bell of the ball. You are the star player. We salute you for all your mystery and shame. They tried to smear your name. Not taking the time to realize your power and depth. I liked the nightlife all the same……

Candle flames flicker in dark eyes. Shadows cast by eyeglass frames Carve out a sinister façade. All it takes are the right accessories To transfigure your soft, geeky persona Into something villainous.

The place where trees are blue and the sky colored green, The color of sorrows yet not to be seen, with roses smelling differently with change of dream… The flower does not need a song to sing, To attract the bee’s hymning over him… Have…

“Flowers in Bloom” He bought her flowers. He watched them bloom. He watched as she attended them. He watched as the seasons came and went, and how the flowers changed. He watched time turn her hair white. He watched as he mind began to drift….