Running off the Course of Time

by | Aug 10, 2016 | Poetry

Running off the course of time–I dream so high, so big that flamescould not burn a heart made of steel,nerves breaking to nothing, and a frownlooking at the future ahead enduringall the misguided slings and broken rhymes,I hold the course anyhow, eyes ahead–I’m...

Identity

by | Aug 9, 2016 | Poetry

Who am I?I am the wind cutting through treesso gently, they call me a breeze–so sweet, they bow to meand I go my way,but they stay;eternal like the light of day–I blow and they sway.Who am I?I am the voice you hear in the deep–when the end seems to creepto judge you...

Life in a Cubicle

by | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry

She rests her head, so heavy, so wearied on her fistlooking at her screen or way beyond the wordsshe tries to translate, or should she translate the signs–That paper copy as plan B when too long have the eyesbeen fixed on inkless words till no longer the eyes can seea...

Crazy Like God

by | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry

Crazy, like God–everyone believes in me,yet everyone does not give a damnabout whence I came,they all but hold a guaranteethat I never leave.So sure so securewhen they have me–coins in their pockets,a raging river with endless uproara body melting towards the...

Dying at a Desk

by | Aug 8, 2016 | Poetry

Sitting, daydreaming, flyingto the endless boundariesof a silver screen—the world is all at handwaiting yet to be seen,and hearts are up and running—desire inside so keento get by day by day—the world is all at hand,yet what does that wide world mean?Sitting,...