Writer

Faceless names, through years, unfettered by muses
A cellophane place with un-fame and elegy...

The good poet,
the bad poet.
Merely just the same.
The great poet,
the awful...

The mind of a writer
is driven by the desire
to enact change,
inflict emotion,
...

Pray, be still, I have found it here
The place where sweet innocence reappears
Your sacred...

I don't want to cry
Tears of pain without answers to questions asked like why?
Tears flowing...

I want to fall into the night,
Let the city sounds pulse through me,
Let it bring me back to...

Seduced in deaths romantic chase
this tomb in decay lay
where the beaches curve away
...

As a poet I share
Much like the wanton coquette
Seductively attempting
To convey "...

No liar, no chain smoker, no drinker or thief
Would ever compare the steely temperament
'...

There once was a Scorpion who lived in a box - she tried to love everyone even the fox
In the...

As clear as the crystal blue sea
Bright like the man in the moon as he gazes down upon us all...

Lately
I have been
Exiled
from the
words
that captivates
my mind...

I walked in and saw you
I had no choice
You sipped on your coffee
You were reading...

I t is far into a poet's passion
Through years, tears, torments and lacerations
Ripping...

The edges of his skin.
The swift stroke of his breath.
The love in his touch.
The calm...

I think there
are Bed Bugs
in my Ink
as
Something
keeps
itching...