Dark Mess

Dark Mess

An inevitable mess

maybe it’s an angel?

maybe it’s an angel?

A poem about incidental childhood fear and how those fears grow into logical reactions.

The Road to Nowhere

The Road to Nowhere

My screams Are making my Parents bleed Like a thousand paper cuts On a single finger

The Dream Road

The Dream Road

Searching for the Dream Road the one not found in the darkness Where my soul can reload

Feet Up On The Dash

Feet Up On The Dash

A poem about trying to escape a mundane existence but knowing deep down the escape is impossible but still having an ounce of hope.

It’s Time

It’s Time

A fragile reflection bounces off the mirror as a soft, dulled image lulled by a slow, backward pull away from pain.

The step

The step

And shower waterfalls like moonlight at armistice for the elderly or youth in the all together

Let’s Confess

Let’s Confess

cast off your cloak show me your scars i’ll show you mine

Volantem Daemoniorum

Volantem Daemoniorum

Dark angels ascend from Dante’s seventh circle—
manics who composed their anguish

Words 4

Words 4

here I sit, & think not
where the danger of this adverse town

Clefting

Clefting

Between two high notes
The song gives a crack

Where we will meet

Where we will meet

Missing loved ones

nightcall

nightcall

An invitation.

Disguise

Disguise

A poem about passing, being believed to be something by others which one really is not at heart.

Angry Little Abel

Angry Little Abel

Like a little Abel
Wounded premature

Simple Beliefs

Simple Beliefs

This poem talks about the unfettered belief and the respect for the tradition carried out by our elderly. It is an ode to their simple beliefs.