Monday, August 18, 2014


Was he ever one to do his homework?
He wasn't, at least not often.
He would scrape over the pages with his eyes
jumble up the symbols and signs
read over and over the instruction and lines
then droop low into a sulk and softly sigh,
"I don't want to do this."

However, inside his little head
ringing about in his vast little mind
a harsher sound could be heard
a scream, a shout, a curse, a plea
"I don't know how to do this! 
How am I supposed to do this?
Please, Please! Help me!"

Friday, August 15, 2014


Don't be afraid to write
words are just words
A soul, whether sharp or dull,
beckons to be expressed

Be courageous
a great bold mind
hard and tough to conquer
yet vulnerable still.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Beyond The Trees

I am out past the borders
wandering in conviction
rustling up the fallen leaves
dusting off my fiction

Elsewhere is where I'll be
chemically living a dream
withdrawn from banks of memories
crossed out of actualities

The wind whispers secrets to me
truths for ears who'll listen
tells me there's a bending river
appropriate for wishing

Scarcity exist in the outer limits
conjured remnants of the city
however, beauty is all abundant
and forever always becoming