What is to become of this mad old world? This madness driven by an ancient dream Someone once had about a great country Once known as America. The myth of freedom. The lie of bravery Laid bare in propaganda news. With nothing left to fight…

I look just like you. If I never said, you’d never know. I wear clean clothes, Listen to pop music, Color pictures on my cell phone, Prefer Fuji apples to Opal, Voted in the last election, Wonder why the Kardashians still have a show. I…

She woke from a great slumber, In a parallel realm of space, That she didn’t know what to call. Where she was no one, But sought after by all, Her people had been shackled They were called a lesser race, For as long as they…

When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

A clear, flowing river in the middle of the desert, where the water was dry, John and Jill fetched water to spill, to see Jack and Jane rolling the sandy hills. Let’s continue while taking a nap, I’ll tell you a fable and it’s all…

#PoemNo11   Her feral heart untamed, restless fickle…. seeks adventures beyond this earthly premise.   Like the wind, free, moving from place to place leaving bits of memories in the hearts of those that she crossed paths with…   Her world different with no permanent…

My hometown was poisoned, Chromium tainted water eating away at our bodies, the company was quick to cover, buying off people, buying out houses, just to tear them down, the desert ground overpowered spaces where houses once stood, people once lived, community once congregated, now…

I live on cold concrete, But that’s okay with me. I am more content than the rich. I am poor, broke and lonely. I tried to live in a house, But it required too much stress, I hated buying everything, I worked and dressed my…

Everyday I catch them staring Trying to figure out if they should trust me Trying to decide whether they should give Or if they should pretend I don’t exist But out here I am invisible whether they physically see me or not I feel worthless…

Roaming from place to place You people, never see my face   I see you in your normal life While you see me, so full of strife   You see my clothes, rumpled. As I’ve been in them for days I haven’t showered, Walking around…