A poem. About a Grudge I keep. — I Took my Shot! Burdened, Lain Man — Due to be Forgot. Seeing You — through all points of view. Committing sin and minor crimes. I longed to see your shade of blue. You hit me with your best shot — Hurt me, and told me lies… It were only…

A Poem. Free-Verse. — Turnoff all the lights. Nobody make a sound. “Ashes to ashes; we all fall down.” You cannot run. You cannot hide. I believe he’s on the dark side. They’re all in cahoots — Climbing up from disheveled roots. Somebody, get me off this ride! Parleying in parlors — every day…

A poem. — As the dunes express their dares; I must stay aware. In your arms I am distracted — you silence my despair. To share on my shore is rare. Forbear. Tonight, my beloved, there is something in the air. ’Tis rare a moment. Dear Ocean; Take one and all wish upon…

A Poem. — All signs point towards East. The last supper was an apparent Feast. I would give you all of me at the very least, I’m just not sure I have anything to bring to our table. What’s done is done. Nothing is fair, really. The rocks crumble and minutes pass… My soul…

A poem. Prompt’d by Photo. — Matchbook Born; As a Matchstick I know no other form. Pulled from my home. Robbed of my family, friend, and foe, just for you, to light up a smoke? Here is a little something you may not have known, Once I’m Swiped, My flame ignites… Now, I’m in charge —…

A Poem. Dreams. “A many a splendored thing.” — Getting wrapped up in our world where nothing is as it seems. All same; still no peace. “A dream is but a dream…” On most occasions I wake… Remembering but fragments of my dreams. Retaining a mere 60 seconds — of my most charming, repressed, and oppressive treasury’s! Obsessive* not oppressive. I’ll…

A poem. A letter… — Winter solstice distraught. Lousy focus— Leaving me in dark. Lost in fraught. Whilst, Intentions decent! I go through the motions as I… Try. Watch me, and my humility descend as tears fall from my bloodshot, yet gleaming, and hazy, grey eyes. Slippery slope — my tears fall with hope. Translucent…

An epic poem. The voices in my head. — “So You Think You can tell Heaven from Hell?” — The Beatles Them: “Are you listening?” Me: If Only I could Listen… Them: Listen to Me ! Listen to this! Listen to Him/Her. Just Listen to Em’ Sis! “If You don’t do yourself a favor girl; You Shall Surely pay for This!” I dare say; “if only I Could Listen.” If I…

A Poem. Free-Verse. I’ve got my eyes on you sir. You’ve been sneaky before. What time were you born? Oh? You don’t know? How truly mysterious… Yes. This is me being facetious. One may possibly tell by tone , yet I wouldn’t put my money on me acting “grown.” This…