I am a barricade that I construct An obstacle that will not budge I am a closed door that is locked Left on one hinge, ready to drop I am the walls closing closing myself in Cracked and derelict, suffocating I am a pebble swept by the tide Constantly in motion, nowhere to hide I … More I am?
We’ve emerged into a world we did not create Burdened with ancestral wrong doings of which we had no hand Through generations vendettas resonate But you can’t kill a dead man Violence begets violence Why haven’t we learned yet? Why haven’t we learned at all? Retaliating begets retaliation Still we haven’t learned yet Still we … More Real Heroes do not Carry Guns
This is a farewell poem I wrote for our social gatherings every week where we do spoken word, perform original songs and jam. For the foreseeable future, ’tis my last blurb Every monday evening, I’ve enjoyed being heard Reading my poems and playing my uke As a writer trying to show my worth Up on the … More Blurb
What I wouldn’t give to wet my lips with an alcoholic beverage Instead I lie restless, bored and frustrated Sweat profusely trickles down my head and drips from my brow The summer heat has finally hit me now Where are my imbibing brothers and sisters? I wonder as I sit alone Yearning to be anywhere … More Oh! To Be Down The Pub!
A supernova is cosmic procreation; stars are progenitors of a supergiant explosion Billions of years of stellar evolution and here I am – a distant descendant The catalyst of it all exists a perpetual spark in the mind There the luminosity continues to shine Though thoughts dissipate in anticipation of the next; chaos is part of … More Sleepless Thoughts
Perpetual routine: such a systematic life Apathy set in when ambitions fell behind All that is left is a subservient shell Commandeered by money; living not for thyself Gotta get up, got to earn a wage Gotta go to work, gotta get paid Gotta work, gotta earn Gotta earn a wage An affordable wage … More Choked by The Invisible Hand
Rummaging through memories, seeing myself as a kid living in a hostile world that influenced what I did. Cowering from what was scary; looking out from a window, stuck in a reverie of which I had no control. Surrounded by pleasantries, imagination came alive. Observing what was heavenly through another’s eyes. In sporadic moments, time stood … More Now and Then