It is a strange feeling reliving one’s youth, yet integral to overcoming one’s past. The selection of poems contained within “Shroud of Thought” are one person’s struggle to grasp how they became who they are today. It is like sifting through ashes for the acorn within the oak tree. Follow our speaker as they traverse… Continue reading Shroud of Thought: Collected Poems, Vol. II
In On This Site: Collected Poems Volume I sees the poet reliving his youth, in an attempt to overcome his past. The poems reflect the poet’s struggle to grasp how they became who they are today. The poet traverses the transition from childhood to adulthood in a series of poems that mix the confusion of… Continue reading On this site: collected poems, vol. 1
Continue the celebration And release the balloon. All this cotton candy Dissolved too soon. Worry for something transient Like the finger to the moon. The worst of it is over Like the bandage Swiftly torn free. Slowly racing through the years All this action wears away. We are still at the carnival Stuck on the… Continue reading Carnival
Listen as I stir in my sleep. I dream that a blaze All consuming Swallows us up into ash. Repeating ad infinitum. It is the feint sun Coming ever closer Like a comet Coming to cleanse our sins To see the beginning once again. I do not irrationally fear dreams, But their growing lucidity Makes… Continue reading More On Dreaming
I am a traveler in a tunnel Minding my steps, Feeling a darkened space. Whistling a tune Down through winds That carry time. This is the way of my current mind, But I fear that I am circling As I dizzy from spinning. Lovers on life’s wheel Find themselves Nauseous yet grinning. As for me,… Continue reading No Longer Wrought
Today I outlined the memories Of a forgotten childhood And came across an accidental discovery. Down an open field I roamed. Cutting down dandelions, Aimlessly wandering, Escaping my responsibilities. I walked further, seen by a deer huddled alone. I paused frightened. Only moments ago I seemed so certain of my place. The deer flew majestically,… Continue reading The Muleta
Come and fly with fears. Dreams broken never die While challenges lay bare. Fighting will never settle the score And your lineage will never swear, but by their life. Immaculate beginnings of your History clearly peters out To make way for a prosperous future. Body skillfully dreams Of childhood ambitions. Suffering in silence, Burning in… Continue reading Childhood Ambitions
Slip and fall through the cracks So meticulously tearing the face of your deity. Does your timid mind shrink away As you light a fire For warmth, for light, for truth? It does not. It leans forward. As the flames rise, so do you grow. Out of your mouth the words come clearer. Your philosophy,… Continue reading Onyx
Tell me what you see at the feast of life. Is it exclusively exquisite? Does it drip when you bite A hot golden ooze Gilding all around you? To that short sighted Egotistical mindset It will not matter when the feast ceases. It is there in your mind; A rejection A cruelness An unwanted feeling.… Continue reading A Cruelness
I have nothing to say Only this: Words are tart. Why the furrowed brow? Why the feigned interest? Ontological arguments Keep spinning though my head Because the soul is revealed Within and without nature. And I believe my own puzzled truths.
