Poems

I’m still smooth
As a tick booty
Different bags
Different rags
Lips moist...

Twenty-four hours to decide your fate.
Are you in a prison already?
You present yourself...

THE GARMENTS THE CHURCH WEARS ARE SPIRITUALLY BLACK,
THIS IS JUST ANOTHER SIGN THAT THE LORD JESUS...

Being thought of as weird...

Different...

Clumsy but, that's just part of it...

We...

What makes the world go round
Is it the planets the energy of life
Maybe the atmosphere of...

Courtesy of one or more tradesmen,
first Monday in September set aside
for employees able,...

Nobody cares
Getting stares
Saying prayers
Nobody cares

Nobody sees
My...

after 2 AM the tinnitus of a withering day has abated.
the shrill un-boundaries of our servitude...

I'd part not of his gestures that gladness or the ache, cry amounted to his knowing

And...

I WOULD LIKE TO PREACH A MESSAGE THOUGH YOU MAY NOT WANT TO HEAR IT,
IN MARK CHAPTER 5 THE BIBLE...

Poets are like matadors in a world
Of dull, yet brutal, bulls. Their refined skills
Can serve...

All the clocks have stopped
in a world of broken hearts.
Dogmatic stones block
the...

Cold, judging eyes, can't
grasp the warm flow of life, in
All its diverse forms.

Did you think when you left me I would be alright?

Did you know the weight of a broken heart I...

I’m drowning where no one can hear me
We all float down here.
I’m suffocating, I can’t feel...

Where inquisition tells of the soul and bodys attributes we might gaze nowhere else but the sensation of a...

Shhhh.
ली

Today was quiet. It was in this quiet that I took an A4 lined paper and a pencil,...