Puzzle May 24, 2010

I love the search, the damage, the conundrum, and the restoration. I hate the end.

Just be it! April 18, 2010

Wanting or needing to be better doesn’t necessarily make you a better person.

Detour March 14, 2010

Happiness is not part of the plan

Balance March 29, 2009

tipped off my footing my senses betray conscientious logic or rather lie belie like a knight unarmed only a shield wields an emblem of identity that’s lost from its entity like a moon with no sun a void  in the purpose sinking into the waters redeemed by the no-day but still, darkness like a head [...]

What is found? January 24, 2009

stepped on myself today and I could see how far I am from what I want to be the digression in my words and smile makes me halt my thought a while this road I am on, how did it start I am where I can’t outsmart the junction that forces my duality to transform the [...]

Truth January 11, 2009

There’s more than one truth in this world.

Love January 6, 2009

Clean the full slate. Cling the special. It’s not hate. It’s denial.

Freedom July 5, 2008

That boy, in that blue sailor clothes Gagged by dreams he can’t contain Dreams of onlookers who is oblivious To weights that he is to maintain Smilingly he shoulders onwards Towards mountains out of his league Spurred on by what to him is oblivious To prove himself somewhat big But as the journey nears its [...]

Age May 27, 2008

We tottered along, mumbling a song “To be free is to run with glee” Shackled by age, we wait and age We ran along, singing a song “To be free is to act on glee” Shackled by age, we act and rage We strode along, whistling a song “To be free is to find true [...]

The Fledgling April 9, 2008

a fledgling, with its flight promise made in Zion a fledgling, with its blight a curse from Acheron hatchling mothered by Hope feeding on time and dream slumbered with Kalliopé living by the mainstream but by earth, hope is ripped as if by Cerberus its feathers also reaped harvest for the Sanctus that fledgling, promise [...]

Russian Roulette March 31, 2008

The cold metal barrel gaping at my temple Pulsating blood vessel Adrenaline rushing Start of a preamble Heart beating, twice a skip Chest heaving, hard breathing Lips drying, tongue the tip Pupils dilating – light Beads of sweat surfacing A bullet through the head or a prize worth a life A dare taken to death [...]