• Like a Metaphor

    Like a metaphor, only resembling love Like a metaphor, we didn’t call it what is was Our feelings blinded all rational thought We called it love, though really it was not

  • The Beginning and the Purpose

    Poetry is the acrobatics of spoken language. Mixing meanings and messages to incite and excite. I’ve had a concept plaguing my mind. I can’t get it out. The purpose of this blog is to release the pressure from my mind. Allow this monolithic thought to escape. To some, it will have no effect; to others,…

  • Canonical: To Those Who Fell Asleep (We Never Slept)

    The night was long and cold for sure People were changing to who they were Some regressed and called it progression Others repressed and increased aggression — The village was plundered, our women were captives To weak will men in language they’ve crafted Who guard the gates and who let them in? The volunteers were…

  • Bed Time Poem

    Daughter dear, have no fear For father is awake And all around, there’s not a sound So soft, his ears escape — Give goodnights and close your eyes Ending every sough Sowing seeds, of the sweetest dreams  Delightfully drizzling down — Bedtime begs as I said Sweet slumber asks you stay Secrets squall, you to…

  • Gratis Solace

    Gratis solace from my bones You take everything from my home Flipping falling flittering flight I’m so thankful for the night — Gratis solace for my bones She gives everything making this home Flipping falling flittering flight Goes my heart at her sight — Gratis solace I’m not alone She’s my solace and my home…

  • You Can’t Carve a Boy Into a Man

    A boy is pulled by the strings of pleasure With no restraint he bruises without measure A man is driven by a need of discovery Here are their differences in a small summary  — A boy complains, aims for pains, he thinks he gains when others are shamed A man commends, and bends for others’…

  • Canonical: Weaponizing Others’ Knowledge for Exploitation 

    Bleak beginnings finish forlorn Causing chaos gods are born

  • Window Pain

    See right through the pane She’s there but she’s not in She broke, and forgotten See right through the pain — Beauty through the pane The scene and not the glass She’s seen but never asked ‘Bout beauty in her pain — Cracks etched in the pane From weathering the storm Whether she was born…

  • Letters: Give Up Reality

    My dearest darling, Your unsettling dreams in my absence plagues me as well. I wish all your fears I could dispel. My greatest achievements mean nothing to me. I’m not out here chasing a dream. There is but one dream I have, and it is you. You’re in my mind constantly. In wake and slumber.…

  • Letters: Saying Goodnight

    My love, Since we’ve said goodnight, I’ve had a pit in my chest. I really can’t know if you love me as I love you. How can I know if you are sure as I am sure? When I fall, I fall hard. I feel as if you’ve brought me to the moon, and each…

  • Depending on the Independent

    Leaving is hard into the dark But the pain is in the mind A blistering breeze causes a sting Off into the night

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