Mother opened her book To teach from the scripture About men with hardened hearts Who speak volumes but never listen It ended in tragedy She wanted us to see That her way was His way There was no use arguing   When I was old enough I tossed mother’s religion to the side When I ...

The beaten path is not for me The trail laid out by those before To walk along and see the marks Of the more adventurous,  Those willing to explore   I don my hat and satchel I store tools by my side I swallow fear and battle doubts Towards the forest I go Leaving mediocrity ...

My heartbeat quickens.  The need to do anything.  A sickening feeling within my heart.   I feel I must move.  My fingers, my legs, something. Before I lose myself and fall apart.    It squeezes and tightens its grip As if I were a rag drenched in water Yet, no matter how many droplets free ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes appear. While riding crescendo, baritone lie in wait. Upon its arrival, the Earth trembles great. Terrible fortune, only could be yet, hours before, the world at your knees. How does one ...

The starlight dances, In the whispering woods, They slow dance through the night.

Mental migration War of attrition Rendered reluctant Away from my home Albeit accomplished Meaning escapes me Temptation taunting Leaving this place Cowardice climate Must not remain Lost luminescence Captured by dark Bluntly besieged  Trapped to remind Dueling decorum  Brought me to here Success insufficient Runaway train Generate glimpses Falsehood of promise Propagating posture Not long ...

Forbidden fruit Forgotten past Long hand moving Time heal fast Born of sin Expected truth This righteous path Shift or move Slight of conscious Human nature Will to live Hence; nothing greater Carry burden Throughout our days When pure emotion Alters fate Toward the heavens Some will seek Observing angels Pray for we.. Forbidden passion ...

My heart to you, Is very much like the sea, The storms of my feelings for you, Flows around you like a huge tidal wave, In its depth, I’m washed over by your passionate love, My heart to you, It is like a seasoned ocean of blue…

how can you pretend to care so much when all are lies that flow eloquently from your tongue tell me this now is this trip important what will you find there the answers you seek or the death that you deserve can’t you see that your holy city nothing more than rubble your leader is ...