Poems

I awaken in momentary distress streaming garlands of memory from my dreams their tales swoop as their tails catch onto the closing of my subconscious eyes The rush of light comes forth as a growing orb glows away the darkness from whence it came For a moment, the…

sunset sensation bubbling river-brook rumbling bridged-street takes what breathe I have gives twicefold in wisdom what use is wisdom if dead and buried? creatures invisible eastwind, westwind too around. all around it locks us into caged-fear for what lies beyond our deathbed for what future may hold it…

Let me dream again Let me live the dreams again Too much food, too much smoke Clouds my mind, hurts my throat Tonight, I will dream Yes, tonight I will dream Only just before I'm off to sleep Only just before I'm awoken at dawn Never, no, never…

There is a refresh rate in my head. My eyes so fixated upon the world's reflection Shining at me in a cool buzzing glow On my hand. On my sleeve. Fixation The grass sparkles like it's moving in and out of existence like the hot air surrounding a…

rejection and pain desperation and shame ribs clenched palms tensed mouth dry and never quenched composing condition imposing ambition perpetually falling jeering and calling my self-destructive remorse

There once was a man Who was known through the land For his lack of self-control He was shunned and pitied But no one knew how witty to a wicked extent he was He was told to vacate When he asked for a plate Of one thing he…

Tomorrow I play fancy tomorrow I will sing tomorrow I will take a chance and tell you of one thing of the story tried and true tested from all times of my nature's busting plume and of my heartbeat's eye for ne'er i went brazen and bold I…

What lies above the sea and skies? Will I see unfettered sun? One where moon and stars are hung -- where morning burns the shadows stung? Will I see the feathered clouds? Their woven meadows of satin shrouds? For here I fly in heaven's abyss. All for one…

truly love is such a dreambound within a silent eveningfondly found from forever falteringthis silence had awaken meshaken me into this lovely dream

Here I Am Here I am Just as I am Worn in a particular way Living a regular day always wanting to say Hello. I Love You.  Do you love me too? Wanting is not doing Pining is not finding Action makes Love Movement stirs spirit

Sometimes the heart has a false start and the mind knows better than libido   Sometimes our fantasies are recipes for agonies Sometimes we're disillusioned by intrusive guilt and all the hopeful flowered fruits will wilt

back in 1843 there was a cowboy named Howard Lee who was known to everyone to act quite especially cowardly one brisk day quite brisk for the south he had a few too many drinks started runnin his mouth on this same day i walked into a cantina…

how long does it seem the days drift by as a dream? waking up, sun-kissed, by the luscious lips that live amidst divinity the purpose we should see is the manifest of what was, is, and could be forever altering, never faltering destined for love yet diluted thereof…

I made an 8-bit split down a time-space membrane I broke a parametric telescope with apathetic empathy I boxed a diabolic paradox and stopped the apocalypse I swooned an andromedic alien then made her into stew I saved a planet from a bandit who surely couldn't stand it…

dismal and dormant the dull dictate destiny dying while drudgedly dispersing dread delayed and deferred our duration determined disposed to destroy, they decree it is done

Wild Love We are wild, too Capturing wild love Sleeping with the summer moon Under a bridge amongst the Mallards and Robin's song Taming wild love Softening the hard pavement with warm embrace motionless momentum as the baby spiders spawn Breaking wild love Yeilding to the weathered fates…