The sun drowns, in what now seems as a red sea A serene scene of beauty, so full yet empty White rose peddles dance in the sky, a flock of seagulls fly by He starts to cry as he thinks “am I going to die” Each kick is to keep afloat, each glance seeks a…
I produce my own sound, move to my own beat Smile as my heart pound, I’m visual heat Don’t need no approval, movements are topnotch I sway the crowd while I grab my crotch Let my hands create a world your mind can drown in Gimme a beat and I promise Illness Ill bring This…
Just a few more steps and all the noise will return This tranquil feeling will disperse and peace will burn I will be pulled and spread thin over issues and time Forced to abandon dreams, leaving hope behind I don’t want to I sit and wait for the road back to crumble I ask for…
I hear the heartbeat of the street caused by their feet As grind and soles meet the melody to me sounds sweet Ever since my sight went away my life went another way A gift of listening, seeing was the price I had to pay To make matters worse, I’ve been blessed with a curse…
Light shows flicker and illuminate the rooftops The street has become a Saint Nick backdrop Reindeers prance in front yards Surrounded by bulbs imitating stars He walks with his head up, his jacket zipper down To him the sound of jingle bells is more than a hollow sound Unfazed by the cold, he smiles as…
I sat there, thinking and staring at it flicker The darkness around it seemed to grow thicker As my focus increased, the rumbling sounds decreased The grip on my heart was finally released And with that came the tears As if told to leave by my fears They rolled down my cheek The flame was…
A sea of screams build on crushed dreams has filled the seams Of endless themes created by stitches of one so mean Drowning in perdition as the flames lick their skin His personal rendition of torment lingering The fallen one projecting his own pain on those he gets Their souls his, as their backs receive…
His slumber was drenched in a peaceful dream His awakening, by a rude and agonizing scream Awake but his eyes still closed his mind still dozed As he listens for another scream the question is posed “What was that scream and why did it occur” He opens is his eyes, was expecting a blur The…
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder They love to use that line in romantic situations as if that is the only time beauty can be seen, but for a poet like me it means everything is perfect if you can accept things the way they are … pause … A river changes with…
In your daily routine your words are limited to simple and obscene Phrases that have been embedded in your vernacular through your day to day, your work limits the words you might actually say Monday through Friday, bar after bar is placed in this cage you built Your vocabulary sits there as your conscience is…