Few things I like more than an empty house and a stack of books The way I steal the wisdom from these words some may call me a crook Rightfully so, knowledge stolen My eyes beat that book! Pages swollen It was a friendly duel; duel indeed I used to cut school, go home and…

My soul gleams bright with persistence It’s a good thing, for my dreams are resistant Peter Pan, Never Never Land I shall give up never never man Keep on fighting keep on writing My soul is delighting as my words are reciting Books are a constant feature I am a knowledge leacher It seems the…

Just because it’s different, don’t make it carry the burden of better or worse, Just be grateful that you got it, and store it up in your knowledge purse, Thank God for the powers, store’em up and disperse, For every sweet there’s a sour, for every blessing a curse, Get better or worse, quench hunger…

There coughs the stars The fading stories quench Polished wisdom never hence, Filing down clipped rows. Grasp the bracketing particles Rasping night air with a stare. Row out to daunting crags where A fallen rock is participle To all sown seeds that flare On windy paths now silent. Vestiges reform our efforts curved Out the…

If we are destined, white noise will be our peak Meshing, or, melding, back together The taste – more than we could meet Horizons lay dormant for you and yours, and for this moment We could be, more than a quenched flame found among memories We could be eternal, only dreaming of boundaries. And One

I read by choice And no choice at all I read and rejoice Though rejoiced I fall I fall by choice And no choice at all I happily rejoice When I rise from a fall I rise by choice And no choice at all I rise and rejoice As I stretch out tall I stretch…

We have packaged all the deals, though they are combustible, into a great bundle that congeals for your dining and dancing pleasure. Please accept a token gratuity before we eat your lunch. We surge, we merge, and urge you to remain silent and uninterested in our gradual debasement of all you hold dear. Is that…

The distances have composed a message that will continue to become clearer as it rolls toward you, some days silently, all oil and promise and at other times the scraping is overwhelming. Otherwise it blinks like decaying neon on a roadside bar & grille. Once Ruscha-like it dared resistance. Hey, doc have the wheels come…

Rough surface purplish pigmentation deep sores on pale skin but whats underneath it? does beauty exist where scars live? do your hands touch without judgement? i feel the sensation of the articles of my clothing against my skin they could grow and attach themselves to my jeans and when you would unzip my pants they…