Time to start The day with fun Serving burgers on a bun

The rumbling in my stomach is the curse I possess I glide into the black, its lapping caress Thunderously hungry, it’s night but I’m chill I wait. I wait. I’m the silence, the still. I own every movement of the water surround. Moving over my…

to write: to expel, each breath, immortal man; to take up the mantle long forsaken– to mourn the widow’s tears and reword the newborn cry; to speak for the mute, to hear for the unwilling. we are the craftsmen, the slaves to the unwrit, seers…

Falling awake to the sound of dappling on the window. Tired eyes peeling open, expecting the sun’s warm glow, only to a glimmer of surface light.   Confusion develops as you begin to stretch. Certainty sinks in as you gasp for a breath. You have to…

Did you ever notice How a plant grows The symmetry The pattern The lines, where leaves, drops of water and sunlight meet.. Like a friend.. Like a lover Like a dream      

There in the distance, is it friend or foe? Only time will tell and truth be known My awkward stature and breathing apparatus Hardly camouflage my foreign status Small finned families continue on their merry ways The subject draws near Heart and mind gripped with…

The music thumps, And the dusty edges of my soul come raging against their noise. I’m the prince of sentimental disturbance and the heat is begging me to give it a rest. Next year is the test. And I am the holy one among all…

Sunlight shining down from above Acrylic dots of blue Shades of violet, blobs of green Beyond the coral, lives unseen The painter’s strokes blend the hues Palette of pigments Lines of Azul Oceano, spray of Noir de Mars A symphony of underwater stars Life within…

I had a dream one night- I was in a boat with Poseidon… We were under the sea And as always, The surface was beneath us… What seemed weird to me Was that below the surface Was not water, but air… Both of us could…

Tall and lovely, free flowing and elegant Beauty outside, and inside no different In motion a vision of what all men want Somehow it was me to whom your heart leant My ears to which your sultry words went Husky, loquatious and eloquent Soothingly making…