I reach the zenith And immediately fall Too much gravity For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here to … Continue reading Zenith. A haiku.
The manual transmission sticks at times, a reminder that we need a service and I need to find a new place for my engine to unwind. There was a time when things were simpler, when you could change the sparks … Continue reading Time to drive. a poem.
Mister curious Digging up questions And quotients And seeking answers Undivided, yet multiplied How curious Can one man be In a world where Everything Is laid out plain to see? Keep digging For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Curious. A poem.
How often do expectations Let us down? How often do we strain And stretch the imagination In a tug of war Of real and immaterial And how often do we fail Because we thought Just a little too much And … Continue reading Expectations. A poem.
I have no muse And so my words Flow winsome And aimless Waltzing on To chaotic beats And tiresome chords Waiting for one To lead me back To place my foot Upon the boards To find the fire And burn … Continue reading No Muse. A poem.
I tire of being a wanderer, of petty inconsistency and introverted wiles, bickering and bleating in this bleak and vast apogee of mind. I wanted to be confident, full of vanity and fire —an actor on a stage— such eloquence, … Continue reading Consequential Rage. A poem.
You Lingered Just Long Enough To Make Me Think You Were The One Then You Were Gone And Your Absence Lingered On For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All … Continue reading Lingered. A poem.
A fleeting shape upon canvass A chiaroscuro background Running yet standing still Defying all expectations Of pointed rationality I will always run To and from Always Run For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Run. A poem.
I never found a mountain I couldn’t climb, you see. Motivation was the biggest issue, Dragging at my footsteps like leaden weights, Pulling like some tug of war with Heracles, Straining to be free. When I made it to the … Continue reading Mountain Climber. A poem.
The enfilade is over And bodies lie strewn Across the battlefield Like broken bottles Leaking last regrets You have cut me down Your machine gun wit And explosive rejoinders Creating a no man’s land Where I lie fractured. For more … Continue reading Enfilade. A poem.
We wear disguises, donning them every day, hiding in plain sight. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print or e-book formats. Click here … Continue reading Disguises. A haiku.
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I live Amongst Serrated tongues And plastic … Continue reading I Live. A poem.
The hole stares back at me, A great, unblinking eye That will not let me be. The hole is black as pitch And filled with pain and lies, Every scar and every stitch. The hole it draws me in, Inescapable … Continue reading The Hole. A poem.
My wanderings, part of me, intrinsically. My wonderings, ostensibly necessary. My heart and head, as one, not separately. My head and heart, all I need, invariably. My turns of phrase never lead me astray. My phrasing, beguiling, when it turns … Continue reading Life, Finally. A poem.
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