Life within the flame, a life of ash, revealing the marrow of our bones. Our character forged and tested by fire, until we shine like the purest of silver. Rain will come, wash all the ash away, and polish our reddened eyes. Pain extinguished, the…

Old time radio new and exciting for families In comes television family time Drive-ins and dating Technology changing our world VCR’s, CD’s radios, microwaves and swatches The latest and the greatest devices makes life easier but deboches Family time and reality shut up Radiation and…

In Time Our fate has brought us here in time to meet. Two travelers alone on the same trail, the raging river churning past our feet. The misty air counters the summer heat. Although our faces both are slightly pale, our fate has brought us…

So you want to know where I’ve been ? I been chasin. I been gamin. I been playin. I been waitin. I been here I been there I been absolutely nowhere… I been hi and lo lookin for someone. Been to hell and back Been…

When the moon rises high, like a celestial eye a voice rides upon the whipping wind, saying, “Let go, let go…change is coming. “Bend, bend…be like the wise Willow and not the stubborn Oak.” Before the witching hour, every heart and mind drifts to the…

I’m busy he said–it’s been a long day glancing back at his phone to an article he’d started before shift he wasn’t even reading but it felt better to look at the blue screen I don’t give a fuck I’m busy too she said glancing…

Land and sea, I traveled. Three lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay, with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves. My hand to the plow, my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead. But all efforts…

The start is always tough Te rime is not enough To achieve, you have to cry Its not something else You must at least try Saying things are easy Doing them needs courage patience Will And soul

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.