Writing

Lyrical as the eastern sun
Astride the morning's bed of dew
Rhapsody 'neath your pen becomes...

(circa 2001)

I grew up in Allentown Pennsylvania, went to
college and graduate school in...

Life is in living
not words on a page
but if you have to write
let it be because-...

Could this be my swan song, time now for goodbye..
my heart spilled on paper, end the chapters now...

In Canada Industrial Schools are called
Composite Schools.
I have no composing stick
...

It seems quite a cliche,
writing when your're depressed.
It has a way of making me feel...

Man is constantly building upon
His Love of truth
And his desire
To communicate...

“You like to scribble then?
How d’ya make it rhyme?
What- it doesn’t rhyme sometimes!
...

When I was much younger. And very pretentious lol. The closest picture of me I could get to that age. Since...

The beauty of your written words
Became art, my eyes could see
Words expressed with feeling...

I was pretending to be a poet,
to find you
for I felt a warm breeze of rumour
that you...

When the words no longer come together
And there's nothing left to say
No breath of...

In raving black ink
bequeathed by demon-gods
I wrote poetry in the light of fireflies
...

Write about anything

They say,

Or the first thing that comes to mind.

That which is...

She was cold

Beneath her skin she was bleeding the color of blue

The darkness of nothing in...

There once was a tale

Of a Nightingale

With wings made of pure gold

And as the...