Fairytale Ending

The prince kissed her sleeping lips and she woke with love in her mouth.   Radiant, like the sun, she rose. Blooming, like the rose, she shined.   He said “You’re hot.”   He said “I want to spend some time with you.”   Because…

The 4th hour – I see RU

The words of this poem were inspired by post-NBA game commentaries, actual Twitter and Instagram feeds and various individual comments posted online.  The title, “I see RU” is a play on the words “I see you”.  Speaking of Oklahoma City Thunder’s RUssell Westbrook, one of…

Poem4/24 “The Mute”

No one understand what they are saying Their hands, fingers keep on waving Some sound like “urgh” as they’re laughing Can’t here them while they’re crying If only people has a wider heart To enter each sign and mark To understand each single part Every…

Wife of Judas (12:00 PM)

You are Damned Calcuable Man. A sack of sacrifice strapped to your shoulders. A handful of silver, a kiss on Christ’s cheek. Romans on the road and you taking us down with you.   Divine in your deception you smirk at your Holy plan. Secrets…

“The Reef”

Alone in the reef- The strain of time begins to wear on my flayed nerves. The sweltering sun beats upon my frayed mind. Fat flies buzz above my head, seemingly awaiting my impending demise. I long to shed this disguise. Swatting these pests has become…

Run (Hour Four)

Chasing me Its claws extending I look back and shudder Its flesh is shedding I must get away This creature This place I look back again All I see is her Reaching out for me I stop What is this place? There’s a scream I…

Evening reflection

In the half light of the evening I looked down at the shiny, black floor And I thought, It’s a dull evening, what to look forward to? But, then, it came, That reflection, Of a tall and majestic tree, That I hadn’t even noticed.. The…

Opalescent Outflows

Poem Four For the Hour Four 15th of the calendar, finished dining At the best French cuisine Had the best Amanti Vino sip Eiffel couldn’t explain Temptations of the whirling trumpets From Tibetan to Paris waterspout It showers eerily, knocks me crazy The cackles from…

Forge (Hour Four)

She told me she wouldn’t be mine. Such insolence from such a common girl. Perhaps she knows that, while common, She is nothing but common. She is something rare, and I don’t know what, And I suppose I never will. I am on fire, Hotter…

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