Poetry

Some days I want to wipe this entire account To erase this experience to start from a clean slate to forget the love that ever existed I wish I never saw I never asked I never wondered Is it better to live in ignorance? To be the victim of betrayal…

A poem dug out of the closet — I see in you a painting of the barren landscape of my desires. And tuck my perversions in crystal dunes of sand, and a galaxy snorts in too much stardust, and guffaws maddeningly, breathing sandstorms; come kiss me with your pair of cold, blue lips, I’ll die twice every minute. …

A poem about Faith — For me To believe IS everything It is part of me, It is part of my Soul. It is who I have become. I took on the world once, On Empty Faith Like the walking dead… Darkness encircled me The language to express myself escaped my tongue. I would spend hours in my…

Please don’t send any more bodies (Part 1) — Little League Games that will not be played or cheered No one to play catch in the front yard with Hall of Fame dreams that will never be dreamt Fewer Ice Cream cones that melt quicker than the tongue can lick Brain Freeze creating fewer unique ‘faces’ Sundaes that won’t be drenched…

There’s a hidden gift when life meets loss — The gift of a broken heart. For God will mend that heart with memories, Stitch the ache with old stories, Patch the wound with pieces lost. He will rebuild, Till that heart, — the very thing that gives you life — …

POETRY — I have dropped a me in somewhere. I go out and go through my pockets as if crossing all seven bridges at Königsberg: some inaccessible, in deed, as borders of dreams where awaits I the loss of me. If I don’t seek maybe some pieces around unveil. It’s not under the bed. Perhaps accidentally bounced and stood under…

I will not wrestle I am too tired I will lose everything and I don’t have much In fact, I have nothing Ok, I have maybe one thing It’s right over there but I will not wrestle My knees hurt and so does my elbow and so does the palm…