Poems

When I become who I am, I am never then the man to remind myself to “ pay-attention” , SaD but TrUe;(

When we fixate on just ourselves,
We fail to note the gifts of life.
Within our minds, they...

Something in the way
The sun came up
Like I’ve never seen before
Something in the way...

Sometimes you have to spit out how you feel
do it in tongues so no one knows what there hearing...

When Needs Must.
Lee.

In the belly of my lowest low,
I ponder atop the stair.
...

Grace & Mercy fall
down on me, like soft feathers,
from the blue heavens.

Elvis Presley had
a passion for pizzas and
burgers and large fries,
and peanut butter...

We poets bestow
our gifts to the world, hoping
that they'll be warmly
welcomed, by...

I've traveled through time and everything has come unraveled.
I'm in a lot of trouble and now I wish...

Come, let us both
dance
some more, then
bathe
beneath a shower
of...

Master of death
disguised in a lie
just waiting patiently
on me to die.

...

These virtual worlds
create irrational fears.
Paranoia breeds.
Leech-like, it sucks...

Between glowing dew
of dawn, and blood red sunset,
poetry blossoms.

These colours and textures of paint that sing;
These half-remembered dreams; this flowing light...

'Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down,'
how wonerful, you stepped over me on the...

Who is that man with a car part on his head ?
I believe his name is Jack and certainly not Fred...

Listen as it crashes,
so loud, it is silent.
So fierce,
and yet,
so peaceful....