The wingman’s aesthetic flight Across skylines Flapping creative wings Forged with inventive plumes The lexical hitman Like the gatekeeper Exhumes the goons From their nocturnal hideouts Unveiling the secrets of dusk Like the village town crier he spots and screams with unalloyed passion the…

even if you can’t perceive it. i want you to know it’s no one’s fault. the only one you could possibly blame is father time. he did this to you, made you think you could become more than you are. that there was some grand…

September Crisp air and apple cider reminds me of walks threw fallen leaves sweatshirts and hand holding around open fires so begins the cycle of my grieving. October Children chatter about costumes morning breath comes in puffs a coldness creeps into my smiles and close…

How beautiful it is to enjoy Change From an atmosphere of hurt to one of joy One filled with love and laughter that reaches beyond the sky A still sonnet that is about to burst open doors of gaiety streams of pride filled with hopes…

As man and machine tear up the earth we once called home, I cannot help but see the sadistic nature of it all. The machines groan as they try to tie mother nature’s arms, Have her spread her body so they can freely roam and…

translated from The Book of Lycan Poetry There happens upon a time when the earth, and the air, and the minerals and the leaves of Gaia Hail the glorious sky, remember the victorious dead lift a horn and drink to love and life and laughter….

Flowing time, internal grinding mechanical compulsion, incessant on-going harsh-driving onwards, sound taking all space from subtler resounding, engulfed by lightless darkening. All potency drawn into this machine, stretched out constantly tired, willfully compelled into one avenue, clinging only where magnets can grab. Weary surrender curling…

The Season of the Starlings Here they come with purple heads and yellow eyes flocking and cawing to empty the feeder Loud, raucous, pushy birds they scatter the seeds leaving no space for nuthatches and sparrows I have no love for these invaders until I…

yesterday is not you. it’s an arbitrary irrelevant force that cares only about self-preservation and destruction. tomorrow isn’t you either. only today tomorrow is a ticking time bomb while yesterday is the code to defuse it. only be embracing today can you prevent the worst…

SEASON OF THE WARRIOR   we aren’t afraid to live we aren’t afraid to die   we know our value and we know yours, too   where rich men count their money we find hands and hearts longing for liberty   where poor men cry…