A Letter.
Hi SS, I know you’re not going to read this. I know these words are simply an elegy sent out into the wires, read by strangers and not the intended. I had never before connected with anyone the way we … Continue reading A Letter.
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Night Conversation. A poem.
The ebon flame burns Long and fulsome Requited and requisite Melding two minds into one The art of conversation Once lost, now unearthed We discover the profound While digging for treasures Our holy grounds desecrated In only the best of … Continue reading Night Conversation. A poem.
All Apologies. A poem.
What did I see? Mirage or destiny? Outstretched hand, grasping for life And failing so miserably Seems you weren’t the one for me We misread the contours of the land Now what’s left is all apologies For more Poetry, click here. … Continue reading All Apologies. A poem.
The Last Word. A poem.
The last word Is a flail across my back Stripping flesh bare to bone A blood eagle worthy of Vikings Exposing heart and soul And ready for the killing thrust Your pain mingles with my own As you strike again, … Continue reading The Last Word. A poem.
Shores. A poem.
They stand on distant shores With the distance between (Insurmountable? Never) The ocean, just a puddle Some are unwilling to cross #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and … Continue reading Shores. A poem.
Protest. A poem.
Why march, you say. Why raise their fists in protest? If you have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention. Look outside and see the injustice. Look outside and see the fear, and the loss, and the indescribable pain so … Continue reading Protest. A poem.
Privilege. A poem.
White privilege Is like the weight of a thousand jackboots On our necks, on our backs But we stand, we shout, we overcome And by the time that coward leaves his baby bunker And his gestapo have been brought low … Continue reading Privilege. A poem.
#BLM. A Haiku.
Ivory towers Illegitimate power No knee can stop us #BlackLivesMatter For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and The All or the Nothing, available in print. Click … Continue reading #BLM. A Haiku.
Smack Down. A poem.
Smack down And the floor Is sandpaper on my cheek And the scent of sweat And dead skin Permeates my senses Until I’m up again And punching Way above my weight class Again and again No more canvass Only the … Continue reading Smack Down. A poem.
Rise To. A poem.
Survival by any other name A test of will and vitriol A circuitous route to endings And beginnings and Everything in between I rise to the occasion For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Rise To. A poem.
This Sin. A poem.
This sin lies heavily Upon hapless shoulders Falling with the burden Rising with responsibility And sinking in a tide Designed to drown A better man For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the … Continue reading This Sin. A poem.
After the Show. A poem.
Where did you go When the curtain fell And the audience went home Critiquing the show No after party tryst No drink for the damned Just a lonely player On an empty stage Stealing Shakespeare And fittingly rebuked For more … Continue reading After the Show. A poem.
Back Again. A poem.
Back on the train Standing in line With all the star-crossed And befuddled With tickets to nowhere And a pocketful of change Back in the game Standing in line With all the peacocks And pistoleros With tickets on themselves And … Continue reading Back Again. A poem.
Road Song. A poem.
Your road sings to me And I whisper in return, And I drive until sunrise And don’t stop to rest Until you lull me to sleep. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for … Continue reading Road Song. A poem.
Old Ones. A poem.
I wonder what the old ones think When they see young eyes upon the brink Who tell them what they think they know Ignoring the wisdom of their growth Do they roll their eyes, nod and smile Do they walk … Continue reading Old Ones. A poem.
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