Humble Pride

Constantly moving forward not hiding the pride that swells, from dousing flames, evaporating completely the vices that consume. Yet pride is a word reserved for lions; who devour the weak. Casting celebrations for conquering rancor I sip the nectar of victory while dining. I know better yet what would burn away the things which can…

Call Me By Name

Embers light brilliant skies and occupy this chaotic mind. As I lay my head at night my joy in your eyes ignites. The swell in the valley, here counting sheep I talley the times my heart rallies down streets passed alleys. Alleys which have dead ends is not where our story sends me to where…