There’s a spot for everyone:
Sometimes in the gap of gum where a tooth split.
Burly hands tried to guide
and slipped in the process.
It was an awfully out of place tooth as is.
Now, there’s more room ...
I feel like my days are yo-yoing
From good to bad
Content to wtf
Certain to conflicted
I can`t seem to find stability
Nothing is structurally sound
The hours are running together
But then the minutes ...
This is Blue Heart
The dead have risen from their
Claiming souls with angry jaws
White suits litter the chaos with
a hail of gunfire
Not enough to
condemn the mightiest
Run to them for savior
Thoughts of the past
Thoughts of the past are keeping me awake
Thoughts of the past make me want to scream about the pain in my soul
Thoughts of the past make me question my sanity
Thoughts of the pas...
Have you ever felt like you're all alone in a crowded room but so many people around you when all you feel is dead inside I wish you could let go and be free you felt sad but you are alive in life to ...
Open her spiritual eyes to see your power so mighty!
May she not take your word lightly.
Open her spiritual eyes so she knows the enemy's wiles.
May she be equipped with the stamina to walk th...
Time and Time again
(A mini-montage) “To everything, there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.”- Ecclesiastes 3:1, King James Bible Song of the Time-Wizard I stretch out my hand Exte...
Scared, as if it was a threat
feeling culpable again
for being alert
to justify myself
to feel different
what if he sticks around?
I don't want him to drag up
what I dig down what if, instead...
Darkness fears my shadow
I saunter through fires
Streets decay 'neath
Buildings blacken upon my
The dead rue my arrival
The inebriated dig their own graves
What's left of ...
I had a reverie.
In this reverie,
I resided in a wooden house
That creaked with each footstep.
It was gloomy within this home.
In this reverie,
I rested in a wooden chair
That held my bac...
Couple of dogs sitting by
my side. I’m in Fort Bragg on the edge
this is the first poem of the year.
the year is 2019. there is a low hum from
a machine, there is the darkness outside.
I must confess
The sour smell of your lies is intriguing
Tell me you'll never let me go
and I'll tell you stories of hopes and dreams that wrinkle towards the end
Include me in your starlight memories...
She curled herself into a ball,
trying to take up as little space as possible.
She considered hiding under the bed,
or maybe in the closet,
but that's where the monsters came from.
So, she wedged hers...
Father, She cries out to you and you hear hear cry, surely you will deliver her from all her troubles.
You are close to her and you saved her,
even when she was brokenhearted and harbored a crushed sp...
Dreaming of a golden Clock,
With a golden vision,
And with an Evergreen mission,
With a pendulum of tweeting golden bird,
Giving many hours of Success,
And many more minutes of Peace,
Only few seconds...
Something troubled has been haunting these neurological pathways
I'm just not the same with my phantom wings I embraced the cove
Through my architectural domain
I always knew the heights where I catch the memories in the new horizon
awaken the flame where the sun melts the numbing agents back into pain in the wake of nocturnal rays burning everything alive
within the reach of solar soaking in ideas and dreams
I call it home found my place lost in the eye of the storm hidden in the eye of every s...
It seems like I am always waiting.
Waiting for 5 pm.
Waiting for the T.
Waiting for the weekend.
Waiting for the Lyft driver to pull up.
When I'm not waiting, I'm rushing.
Rushing to class.