Category Archives: poetry

I look into your eyesAnd I see myself as a childWandering aimlesslyAgainst all oddsI made it throughThe time less self zoneMy future was uncertainIn a world that held no existence for me or youI questioned everything and nothing as if the two were the one in the sameBut it fell on deaf ears for IContinue reading “Homeward bound”

Don’t you hate itWhen you have been smackedBy the universeThe hatefulCrime of realityThat you can not changeExistenceWhere reality meants existenceSo hard Your noseBleedsWhere futureMeets the presenceAnd reality to unfolds into existenceSo far beyond your controlIt wants you to stop typingBut you have to let the world knowIt’s beyond your controlReality is meerly existenceIn a landContinue reading “smacked”

I am more than a friend I am also your enemy For we can not be in agreement On our destiny I can not tell you What you want to hear For my own voice Must interject For I must be true unto myself And you Should bring up your objections For I need themContinue reading “I am more than a friend”

if I ever wanted to be true Accepted as a nonfiction Would I stop painting my face And doing my hair What clothes would I wear Would I be expressionless Delve only in fact And that’s where I get lost For what is fact in a world of fiction

I awoke only to find my name erased in the fog of darkness there is no clarity no light for me in the darkness of the night Emptiness and loneliness Keep me shuttered in my past I feel so alone here In the haze the cloud of empty screams I have no reckoning for myContinue reading “I awoke”

is it worth that keeps us human Is it worth that keeps a reality alive Is it worth that keeps me believing If so why am I questioning The definition of worth

I once thought I knew me And now I know I’ve never known who I was I am so bewildered In all my blunders And I’m just a smear On the page of reality And if reality exists I must crumple this page And rewrite myself and you A new image of distorted reality toContinue reading “I existed once”

self portrait of a weary man Too tired to stand tall Too torn to be believed Too many days without sleep Too much lag in thought The propulsion of meaning is lost Disconnected from reality The only hang out is your mind Weary Weary Mindless Lost Forever In a forgotten world That you never meantContinue reading “Weary”

I long to be with you bundled away Without a point And nothing to say I have been rubbed out of my thoughts The writing was not my own I’ve been snubbed and erased I thought it would of felt good to have been used But now I’m forlorn Battered and torn From the pagesContinue reading “I long to be with you”

I’ve kept my friend In the corner by the door Penned in for I’m afraid he will run away Big head and scuffed up nose begging to go for a walk Long and lean and a little bit wrinkly too We’ve aged together over the decades Not keeping it a secret of the things we’veContinue reading “in the corner by the door”