Poetry

The Ire Of War

Those who wield influence should not chill, with ill notions twisted ire that war will. Chaos fosters hate which chills by the hour. It moves in fields killing all colored flowers. The sky opens with a strike of a pen…. Read More ›

Words Off The Brain

So bold so intertwined. The inertia opens minds. Freudian slips serve well upon honesty that compels. Slide thoughts off tops of notions don’t stop. Be blunt be direct sew life no regret. Be true to thine-self be simple forget all-else…. Read More ›

On What We Dwell

Morning dew upon my brow, soft sinews bring softness out. All pride self consuming, as time is sharply looming. Is the world blind to the kind? Will the mind remember in time? Of the times as warmth champions winning fights… Read More ›

Seek Within

I ask the sky why do you allow, in your expanse familiar clouds? Will my mind bend at your whim? Where you start; a place with no end. So I walk miles in an upright style. In your watch look… Read More ›