I am a crow
A poem about a misunderstood bird- the crow.
Writer’s Block
A muted mind upon a blockNo words abound to e'er unlockA body sat, and lain, and strodeA path which fails to crack life's codeO' cursed…
For Better or Verse
As a lad I would oft times sit with pen and heart a quiver. Visions of love and a pounding breast would cause my soul…
On Lost Reality
On lost reality... absence of thought disturbs me. I've found me in a dream... I've lost me in a dream. Longing, like a new window,…
The Graveyard of Truth
A sea of mist surrounds the graveyard where Little Anthea Messner died on the 13th day of November in 1885. It happened that dark, gloomy…
Disillusionment
I am the shadow of a person The whisper remaining of one who has seen his ideals ravaged and his hopes dissipating into dusts of…
Faith
From where was none, Faith has sprung A black rose, Petals poised To drink the night, Like water
December 7
The Arizona Memorial. All quiet on western watersstagnant around the saffron cylindersmirrored in the still, dead sandsof her Apache namesake.In her hold she cradlestwelve hundred…
Seemingly Sane
Just like burnt woodthe spirit is gone.I dream of cool, deep waterand rising moonswhich touch the sky.I wakewith a tear in my eye.Battered impressions of…
Escaping
I lay on my back, looking up at the sky.This dark, spotted blanket slowly drifts by.Daylight breaks, the machine wake up.Have another sip from your…
Ramblings & Random Rants 