These are my poems.
Splintered glass of mind Shattered mine Memories like quicksilver slip from my thoughts Playfully dancing in pools of words It dares to reflect, my painful game So to learn that which brings A bit of cohesion Memory of me It melds this mirror of my mind What is it that I own that is...
You wish to feel You wish to be You wish for everything Then pay the fee Broke you say Not a penny or a dime You have a soul Then rich you are to me You wish to feel You wish to be You wish for everything Then pay the fee A little soul...
Cardinal sins of the divine Cannot force the benign Even with teardrops dry Echoes of vain remorse Celestine words chiseled with despair Calamity of the soul unveiled Plagues the sanctity of the sacrosanct The shrine inspires no hope The water pure no more The pulpit shakes and cracks The pews laden with dust The...
Published: Mississippi Crow Magazine, Fall 2009. Willow, of a specter’s dream, breathe You fell lightly down the dew covered well Like a broken feather your bones whistle Caught up in the wind of your end You forget why What irony It dispels all that is you Crack against the dry bottom It becomes useless...
Salt scraped from eyes Where, oh where are you Born with brittle sight I think no less Pitted spirit Left to mourn Broken nye Cast the mold of myself To make anew without you But spark no more, glazed the mind Meek no more, the shadow of my mold Always lined with vile self...
Though we all carry a hope for respite I wishful plight Remembered night Anon the sight We look yonder Away whence we came To houses new and glades green Forgotten childish play, childish toys The magic dies With a sigh Our skin crinkles Our eyes narrow Our souls crumble The magic dies Then child...
And therefore I walk down this road of broken glass It dulls my mind with the discord of this reddened symphony Lost is the string of the grey stained path The pavement is cracked The land is lost in the mirror of the glazed eye What have we song our lives to become How...
Lavish sensations Air devoured Your eyes drip expectation The aroma permeates Stealing every corner of your house It clings to the walls Teasing you with thoughts of mischief So you plead the like Please bruschetta, your favorite Or stuffed mushrooms, maybe chicken parmesan Can we say vegetables and herbs of the freshest sort Are...
