Poetry Collections and Poems
How does one become a writer? There is no secret except for you simply need to keep reading and writing. How did I become an author? I had things to write about I was interested in. And, through the years of writing thousands of words, in my opinion, I improved greatly. Writing helped me to … Continue reading Aspiring Writer? Real World Tips From One Who’s Been There…
A little tear in reality pulling me apart it's a new world coming just around the bend from the old corner food mart it is through your mind you read your book you visualize and it's there trapping your thoughts as you look at things in front of you disappearing and reappearing in the footsteps … Continue reading The Little Tear
Look down the street at all those pretty little houses in rows. play it safe be like them say the right things be agreeable be likeable be nice you will be rewarded in due time raise your hand when it's your turn to talk speak when you are spoken to do the right things be … Continue reading The Good Citizen
Is there more to this thing called life than its own face value? When I look at my cat he patiently watches the dove landing near my sliding glass door by my pool the dove drinks from the border of my whirlpool which connects to the main pool I do not want more than this … Continue reading My Cat and the Dove
Oh woman I'm so weak I'm so troubled my brain needs another tweak submerge my mind back in those alcoholic bubbles so whipped I am pour me another drink so I can think and not lose the rest of my marbles my courage comes from this bottle of mine but all I have left of … Continue reading Mr. Mojo
we believed who we used to be was the us we'd always be... but we shed our old skin for new skin... we grew away from our old selves like we were empty worn out shells... so slow we moved we forgot the words of our youthful anthem we so lovingly sang now we laugh … Continue reading We leave
Colors in refracted light likened to a rainbow a vibration and melodic chord playing life in sounds in flight in the mountains endowment in height you ask of me I have no answers that make sense the way of my mind's eye wrap around a prism of light in eerie dark for there are unknown … Continue reading Prism full of light
We are stuck here inside this vessel this living illusion within these feelings we own no matter what they are we either abide by them or betray ourselves and who we are.
the way of nature in its infinite wisdom it knows all things best it draws us with its subtle pull to a much better destiny all within god's will...
Do you hear nature's wind calling... whistling through the branches It is silent as it is soothing winds of creation we are amongst it it surrounds our being it heals the spirit it casts away our demons we hear its breeze in the ear of our mind we feel its invisible love as the leaves … Continue reading Winds of creation
