Poems

I'm going deep into the psyche on an emotion ship,
A swaying asylum, rolling in the deep,
...

Quality children's books were what this man was bound to produce.
He was a writer who died 30 years...

A Cuckoo perches on the branch of a tree,
Its small beak pricks with force and zeal.
I admire...

It took time

I admire his love
I admire his joy
I admire his peace
I admire his wisdom
i...

I can go anywhere I really choose to go,
but you don't have to tell me 'to go with the flow,'...

Dear god give me instructions
Because none came with the
death and,
I don't know how...

One Hour one poem
Two Hours I'm annoyed
Three Hours I feel the void

Four Hours wonder...

In this neighborhood and many more
Many haven't been out
All we know, the same people
...

Do you
hurt me
With the things
You say
Does the things
You say
...

What rises from the smouldering ashes?
Is it a phantom of a bird?
I can see charred...

Yon flickering candlight
that creaking door
The key turns in the lock
I can take no...

Hits to close to the bone these mandates.

Leaves a scar from the unknowns.

Continued...

How could they forget that most victims have there face covered when being forced by a prick, to endure...

To see how many miles I've walked or flown
I really must look at my phone
How do I...

Good poetry
is like steaming soup:
about to burn
your tongue.

I'm in the a
looking
For the slim shades
Hello
A clean getaway
That's OK...