Why? (a poem)
2017-02-22
Why do we employ pen and paper
or, having been given words,
dutifully put them to rhyme?
Why do we apply oil to canvas,
or form a masterpiece
with not but sound?
As the muse sees fit (a poem)
2017-02-22
Some poems rage through me
like a flame across a matchhead.
While others must be plucked,
word by excruciating word,
from my flesh.
The Coming Storm (a poem)
2016-11-09
A heavy storm is brewing,
out on horizon’s line.
Panic sets as we worry how,
to prepare ourselves in time.
Heroes (a poem)
2016-10-22
Heroes stand tall,
for those who feel small,
lifting their spirits to the sky.
Lost courage regained,
we move past the pain,
never again asking why.
Worth (a poem)
2016-10-20
Of what more worth are we than dirt,
with vain ambitions nigh?
Crawling up on spindly legs,
to gaze upon the sky.
A Work in Progress (a poem)
2016-04-21
I am a work in progress,
unfinished, incomplete.
Each day I grow in knowledge,
most learned here on the street.
Another Piece (a poem)
2016-04-21
Some poems seem to flow out,
while others take their time.
A collection of thoughts and feelings,
that don’t always have to rhyme
Sometimes they’re full of depth,
and others skim the surface.
Exposing feelings that are raw,
expressed with simple grace.
The Waiting (a poem)
2015-05-19
Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.
A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.
inside (lyrics)
2015-05-06
Cowering in fear
a life without meaning
my purpose in vain
exist without feeling
I turn up the music
to the threshold of pain
drown out the voices
all shackled in chains
Don’t know where to go
there’s nowhere to hide
’cause you can’t run
from the monster inside