As the lord sees fit With guiding hands I make my way Through treacherous lands Of falling trees And devouring sands I stick to the word Thy Heavenly plans Protect me always For I honor thy name Make me a winner In this life-long game I walk the path Of right direction Dissecting my ways…

I am more of a poet Than a writer More of a diplomat Than a fighter I am more of a real Than a faker More of a giver Than a taker I am more of an intuition Than an intellect More of a kindness Than a disrespect I am more of a hybrid Than…

I am going to meditate On meditation as everything Is calm around this night As all are asleep. I am In the stillness, but not of it. As restless as the nonexistent wind, I palpitate, regurgitate. The purposeless as meaning Does not cling to silence. Hear outside. The total Picture reaches this very Paper and…

I have gathered all the flocks. That were left. The great beyond calls The versifiers away from home. Wolves call to the distressed with Simple songs. Caterers mingle amongst The vigilant observers waiting out the tryst. Why dispose of the daily bread we cannot Consume when jackals call out names Of troubadours long gone to…

its funny how time allows ink to dry, after the storm of watered down colors one shade magnifies, its funny how time allows a heart to mend, after the chords are pulled someone assists in reattaching them, its funny how time allows the worst to occur, after the pain the black and blue seem as…

a war of words & emotions erupts each night, a war leaving one doomed to stress and the other doomed to repeat his steps to the next fight, a war fought by two adults with no results besides more air to fill the gap, a pool of thoughts pours into my brain, the weight causes…

Oh mighty men, how can you boast? After the many ways we trampled your gross! Oh, how can you even asked what we can boast? For our ways was refined from other mighty men woes! And its assured that we will trample again Your wrong gross from the start to its times’ end. Yet, We…

Death is Beautifully revealing Tear drops of summer’s evening The dawn of never ending nights Strings played by matching pulses The experience, dipped into moonlight It is the texture of whispers in dreams The shade of our calling Love preoccupied by its own reflection The necessity of the moment It is the taste of lightning…

Problem with the Self unfolding Let it go. Out looking for replacements of something not sure ever had Remember it though Feel like it would bring another dimension to the still life But try to fit square pegs into yang holes Write personality into neat phrases That have no chance of housing contradictions that speak…

What’s love? When a person picks up the remains and starts putting a billion piece puzzle back together and your remnants begins to resemble your essence. And paybacks aren’t needed because the understanding that they won’t regret it and they won’t hesitate to unhappily drop everything and try to make the cycle less repetitive