Mother
The salty wind danced spirals over the rippling ocean, picking up shards of sea mist, shifting clouds and flickering through the dirty hair of the…
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Monday Traffic
It's one of those typical Monday evenings somewhere in Los Angeles. The only thing people on the streets of LA are thinking of is: "How…
An Awakening
Ring. Bop. Beep. Slam. Crunch. These are the sounds that surround me. Fill me. Drive me. The phone, the stapler, the fax machine, the cars…
The Man with the Boat
I am the man with the boat. My people love me, but more importantly, they love my boat. Asubuhi Upepo is her name, or in…
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
Ramblings & Random Rants 