I need someone to hold Hold it all at bay Someone to drink My tired skin Silence what I cannot say I need the day to DisappearDisappear Away from tired hands Too many vampires Suck my soul And drain me where I stand Let me…

A street child is begging for a slice of bread, His dull black eyes spelling hopeless despair… A woman neatly dressed in a luxurious coat Quickly looks away, then crosses the road. A limousine driver brakes excessively, Hoots in anger, shouts aggressively As a wasted…

Sun is rising Birds are singing… Minutest detail of Nature’s treasure exposed In Kaleidoscopic beauty… Morning gradually breaks out In brilliant Rhapsody Of sound and colour – Crimson touches Cirrus clouds And turns them all to Rose – Gentle colours wash the sky In Summer…

Yes to confession, No to the crime, Yes to the poet, No to the rhyme, Yes to the wasting, No to the waste, Yes to the progress, No to the haste, Yes to the helping, No to the sigh, Yes to the process, No to…

There is only one moment on any given day when the carnage of life just fades away it’s that slide into sleep that place between dreams and death.  

Tried to go for broke, but its true it’s not easy, no less gave it my all, even when it got cheesy, most def do it again, stirred my soul and my pen, should of started with the Half-Marathon. The End.

Awoken at 3. Reflective pre-conversation. Summoned by the King. Obvious observation. Chosen, appointed, anointed. Spiritual interpretation. Instructions today. Meaningful connotation. Obedient through discipline. Universal education. Deep sigh of relief. Steps won’t need wishin’. Unconditional God, Lord, King. Another day another mission.  

Weary body tries stifling yawning sighs. Droopy heavy eyes.   Needing you. Craving you. Longing for you.   Yearning to drift to your soft caress. Vital reboot halving my breaths.   Glorious sleep, mysterious deep. Closest thing to heaven we’ll ever know.

Legend has it That you died that day When your wings Could not stand the strain And melted In the heat of the Sun… Legend may have it wrong Since last night I could have sworn I saw you In full flight As you victoriously…

To dream, but dreams are lost, for it’s been years since I’ve remembered mine. I didn’t get to write my own version of “The Road Less Taken,” although I meant to try. Perhaps I’ve lived it, or will, before I’m done. I know this, that…