Poetry

The Eruption of Confined Words

There is power in what’s unsaid.
Like an active volcano the words build towards an imminent explosion.

The Space of Existence

As I sit here staring at the hourglass on my table I can’t help but think about time.

It’s All About Me

[A Poem]

You don’t understand do you?
My walk, my talk, my style, my dress
The charisma and…

I’m Afraid.

Afraid of what the future holds.

It Takes More Than “I” It Takes “We”

I started out wanting to change the world,

Let go

Let go of what was, what could be and what should be.

What Are You Waiting For?

Are you waiting for the time to be right?
Decide now is the time.

Waiting…

I’m waiting…

Waiting to touch you, taste you, feel you.
Waiting to know you
and for you to know me.
Waiting…

Until Next Time

Is goodbye ever really goodbye?

The Cycles

In every beginning is an ending
In every ending is a beginning