The Sojourner
The skies above The earth beneath My eyes struggle of the before or the behind And my feet opposing to the east or the west Does a wondering min…
Here Is To You!
Here is to a lifetime of sweet-scented roses and chocolates. And to the violets forever staying blue. Here is to those butterflies in my stomach neve…
The Coastal Suburbs
I a m often asked what inspires me as an individual , and where I draw my energy. For some reason, I am always unable to pinpoint a particular el…
INK MAN
I task you to put a face to this pen, Draw a persona from this ink, Put a phase to it then. Writing is Psychic— in your thoughts you can sync , …
GoodYears
I have been rolling down on this same road; rolling on my GoodYears. Outside, the showers of rain Showers my reign. The acclaimed “King of the st…
Out of my hands
It's out of my hands Like a kite on a windy day, Where a glorious smile turns into a frown almost instantaneously. It's out of my hands L…