Collection of Sorrow

When it rains it pours Whether that’s a good thing or not It’s raining in this house And I’m collecting the drops in a bucket An unhealthy habit no doubt But this helps me keep track Of the collection of sorrows That are gathering around…

Poem 6

You were red. You could light up the room, Everyone liked you, You were a warm person. I was blue. I was the dark corner of the room, Everyone avoided me, I was a cold person. We were purple. I felt warmer in a room,…

Problems with Solutions

Inner city blues Success has many clues The answer solves what’s real No matter how you feel   Sing a simple song of life That ends the violence, starvation, and strife That lets factual knowledge now be heard Where wisdom isn’t a foreign word Sing a…

6 NOT ANYMORE

No need for repetitious beatings, not anymore It’s not feasible to continue, not anymore Not funny to cry your heart out, alone not anymore Enough to hope endlessly, without clear cut promises, not anymore It’s unbecoming to be branded as feeble-minded and dense sometimes but…

My Love

You are the wind that fills my sails, pushing me along. When my soul can’t find the music, you sing me a new song. When all my dreams are lost, you give me one of yours. You help me find a window when there are…

The Deer

A deer is in the graveyard Watching over the forgotten souls Wandering peacefully amid the headstones Grazing, resting, with no goals. As I wander within the graveyard My eyes dart to the deer I cannot keep myself from wondering Just why that deer is staying…

Cuckoo Sings At Midnight

Cuckoo Sings At Midnight Why is the day longer? Because we sleep at night And the cuckoo sings at midnight.   Life stirs inside the crow’s nest When the nearby’s still And the cuckoo sings at midnight.   Why it rains in the afternoon? Because…

Poem 6: Ode to Black

If I were to write an ode to black, My words would flash and crackle like the carapace of an ancient beetle. My fingers would tangle and weave in black cotton clouds. Patent leather cat, jaws cracking open on adoring air. The room stirs the…

12:12 PM Poem

12:12 PM Things are good As they should Be Even though Words won’t flow Now Using time Silly rhyme Here Set the speed Maybe heed Set Hoping that Next fully Fun Bringing up Lots of stuff Now