Shoot from the heart/ not from the hip/ speaking in tongues/ instead of giving lip/ service to the truth/ that lies beneath the surface/ of the fantasies that feed/ the thoughts that make your reality/ subtle hints dropped by the media/ while the powers that be try to legislate morality/ in massive attempts/ to divert our…
Category: Poetry
Eclipse
Building forts with blankets, planks, chairs, tables, or the top of a bureau in a window Sitting in a tree, leg dangling from the branch lost in the pages of a delicious adventure Corners of the playground with one friend, a private club Pages of journals and lazy summer afternoons at a coffeeshop or laying…
Seductive
How can I trust a poet again Knowing how seductive words can be All of the things I yearn for in companionship present themselves for my approval. Perspectives painted with emotion In lyrical vines that entwine and climb and encroach Upon the mind Leading it to believe that those feelings are actually real Romance at…
Perspective
The view from here is blurred by my own experience as I hover in that space between compassion and pride Maybe the question is which of us will be the bigger person? I think I already know… but maybe I shouldn’t be so sure… I know how to speak truth to my situation and I…
Compassion
As frustration, fear and hurt course through my mind dripping poisonous thoughts as an end, without means… I sit quietly knowing an element of hypocrisy and judgement exist in these thoughts and I listen to all of the things I hear on a daily basis judgements made against people who are desparate and posses neither…
Eulogy for Authenticity
Why is it that in the current human experience The spectrum of desire resonates so poignantly between hearts While pain and loneliness weave rancid bandages of platitudes followed by neglect? Or maybe you can explain to me Why we agree on rules of etiquette and commerce that are enforced by orderly, sadistic rituals of deprivation…
Home
It doesn’t have the romance of an old wood stove, or a beautiful mantel and hearth, but this furnace holds true to it’s purpose on a dreary afternoon… As whole limbs fall from the trees, and hail bounces off the road when it hits, and rain pounds the earth in an encore of late winter…
Random thoughts on a Farewell
Once I saw the light in your eyes, but the last thing I saw was fear hidden behind the confusion of denial… like a pillar of salt, I was useless to hold up anything but myself, so I turned away with a prayer… Where once stood a man is now a mirror of my past,…
freedom
Every little movement tells a story of how you buy your time with token acts of gratitude and empty words of wisdom… Wisdom only comes from experience, otherwise, it’s just letters arranged on some random page in a book or on your lips, doesn’t matter… I can listen to the message and leave the mess and…
Soul-cialist Tendencies 