Poetry

What do achy legs indicate? A long day? A tired physical state?  Do they mean you’ve done something fulfilling? You don’t get…

Another week has come to an end.Monday looms, my calm starts to bend.  My Sunday nights are full of fear,Because…

Walking along the hot desert sands. Day turns to dusk, and I look at my hands.  Up ahead a blue light,…

I can’t function without my morning nectar. Productivity halts, my smile a specter.  Dark roast, or some other powerful brew, Post consumption…

What does it mean to be a good communicator? Active listener or lively participator? What if I can’t get a word…

Why in the morning does it get so loud? What about daybreak draws the foggy cloud?  The dark rolling grey shouts…

Every day I must wage war.To balance the sheet, to settle the score. Thrusting iron, pushing steel,In a dungeon arena,…

Cometh the men, ready to sinIn their droves, shouldered by kin  Consuming all, forsaken of culture Displacing the many, who were…

As my thoughts go running wild I look to console my inner child  He cries out in fear, and shouts out…

In me is a tension that keeps me up at night, Preventing restful sleep and pleasant dreams.It eases when I move…