A Poem. —

A poem. — As the dunes express their dares; I must stay aware. In your arms I am distracted — you silence my despair. To share on my shore is rare. Forbear. Tonight, my beloved, there is something in the air. ’Tis rare a moment. Dear Ocean; Take one and all wish upon…

Confessions. A poem. — I may have my delusions… My world may very well be made up of illusions. “But, is it fair of me to ask of you to not jump to conclusions?” As I make each decision Putting all of my faith into my intuition — In knowing of difference; Separating myself from…

A Poem. Lyric. — For a song, She meditates. Here daily, composed. Her Babes Lullaby. A Frequency. Arcadian Melody. She Grieve with Hope. From those Heavens to which God himself made — for our Babes, to lay, to rest after their final breath. On their dying day. To a Depth only known by Our…

A poem. Prompted by Photo. — Matchbook Born. As a Matchstick I know no other form. Pulled from my home. All alone. I am Weak — Before I Burn. Robbed of my family, friend, and any foe. Just for you… “What is it you need me to do? Anything I may assist of you? To explode……

A Poem. Dreams. “A many a splendored thing.” — Getting wrapped up in our world where nothing is as it seems. All same; still no peace. “A dream is but a dream…” On most occasions I wake… Remembering but fragments of my dreams. Retaining a mere 60 seconds — of my most charming, repressed, and oppressive treasury’s! Obsessive* not oppressive. I’ll…

A poem. About a Grudge I keep. — I Took my Shot! Burdened, Lain Man — Due to be Forgot. Seeing You — through all points of view. Committing sin and minor crimes. I longed to see your shade of blue. You hit me with your best shot — It was only then, when I asked of you; …

A poem. A letter… — Winter solstice distraught. Lousy focus— Leaving me in dark. Lost in fraught. Whilst, Intentions decent! I go through the motions as I… Try. Watch me, and my humility descend as tears fall from my bloodshot, yet gleaming, and hazy, grey eyes. Slippery slope — my tears fall with hope. Translucent…

Epic Poem, Short Story. About voices inside of my head. — “So You Think You can tell Heaven from Hell?” — The Beatles Them: “Are you listening?” Me: (If Only I could Listen…) Yes, what was that again? Them: Listen to Me ! Listen to this! Listen to Him/Her. Just Listen to Em’ Sis! “If You don’t do yourself a favor; You Shall Surely pay for This!” I dare say; “if only I…