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.
I awoke from my slumber Waves lapped upon the beach Gulls cawed and the ocean called I walked upon sands pristine And smelled the salt upon the air But perhaps I still dreamed And this was merely a holiday From … Continue reading The Real. A poem.
Rage And fire And bitter Continuity That feeds The anger Resentment And hate This metal Slicing Through my gut Into my head I should But can’t Forget For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry … Continue reading Metal Head. 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.
Each day my play begins Screen play and type play Mouse play and horse play Print play and scan play Role play and life play Each day behind the keyboard My play begins For more Poetry, click here. For more … Continue reading Play. 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.
Here in the unyielding silence, I hear lonely, pensive thoughts; Feel anxious heart beats drumming; Sense ageless rain extinguishing the fires of a thousand shining lights. A constant elegy, Soundtrack to my existence. Do you hear it, too? Listen For … Continue reading Listen. 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.
I craved your attention, But you were content Creating snow angels And only dreaming Of the new day sun. For more Poetry, click here. For more of my poetry, check out Poetry for the Sad, Lonely and Hopelessly Endangered and … Continue reading Snow Angels. A poem.
I’m in remission: Contemplating my fission And my submission. 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 here … Continue reading Submission. A haiku.
My reflection on the screen Is a reflection of my soul Empty and two-dimensional At times our eyes are one Mixing and mingling Like ghosts in the electrical ether There is only need and want As our fingers touch Across … Continue reading Screens. A poem.
Darkness is no friend To those who seek out the light Their first time outside 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 … Continue reading Seekers. A haiku.
Blinkered, leading the way from behind This train of thought left the station long ago Left you standing vacant on the platform Waiting for another to come along But you’ve forgotten who you are And they’ve forgotten you and your … Continue reading Forgotten. A poem.
When darkness kneads my shoulder Like an old and long, lost friend, Tar dripping from his fingers Bringing pain and bitter ends. I kneel and bear that heavy weight And thank him for his visit. And sink below, a drowning … Continue reading The Darkness Won. A poem.
I have far too many books. Far #2ManyBooks Too many to read in one month, or one day, one afternoon a plenty, one year or decade. I read a few at a time: one here and one there; how many more, … Continue reading #2ManyBooks. A Poem.
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