merely merely merely:

a kind word a simply word,

merely: soft chimes at

Guns don’t kill people; it’s the people, with the guns that don’t use words, that kill people.

There is a list of things that I’ll never say,
Tucked away,
Far away. Where no one will ever

Double phrases, single words
puns intended; metaphors
synonyms and silly rhymes
juggling words

Ideas grow and flourish as I walk
a wilderness garden; I plant new seeds
of inspiration and

I want to write words on you -
adventures and promises
high moments and lifetimes

ideas that

Forgive me I'm a creative ,
a compulsive kleptomaniac of words,
I may steal your

Some people dance and some they sing
Whilst me I like to rhyme a thing
Cat and sat and mat they’re

I am a poet
My work is my word
I tell the truth
In lies and the absurd

I am a poet
My work is

Black window to my soul

My mourning mind

Midnight...

...funeral

My pen gets colder in

I come here pleading to you
For the words recurring for the things I feel
The enunciable words

Out of my mind,
Onto the page
To be fixed for you
To see not broken.

Out of my mouth,
Into

Words find something else in me,
They cast their line & draw something deep
From that little cave

At one year old
The fuzzy world
Begins to coalesce.
What is that? you want to ask
But of

A picture is worth
A thousand words but one word
Spawns endless pictures

No form of travel
Allows you to go further
The way a page can

Words bloom and flower
in wild and desolate places.
Float down from snowy skies,
and rise from

And when I couldn't,
I started to peel off,
inch by inch
And find the spider,
living beneath
To

I wanted to hurt hard
I wanted to run fast
I wanted to write the story of my soul and burn the

Words are all I have,
still feeling the richest,
happiest on earth.
Can reach the world,
and you

Ah, poor words, they bear the load
of what it is we try to say.
Messenger, beggar or

The words are dying on my tongue
each one I pick just sounds so wrong

my paper is giving me a

These words are mine
They are well refined
Sweeter than wine
Take these and
You will be

At Least Aim For A Clean Kill

You pack a concealed weapon
I am no high flying wild bird,
there

They nag your pride like gnats
those words you’ve never seen
“neurasthenic” “panegyric”

We give too much data to math geeks
in league with computer nerds
who mine our scraps and

You say you have principles and I know that, and I love that, and I believe that, and I respect

Dried up, like those who know can adhere
I keep projects locked up until they die
Not really

My overloaded brain
is stuffed with words,
are they trifles - or truffles?
In the heat of

poetry fails
scratches of the pen
inadequate
yet words trickle
from hearts
sometimes

Words formed
In a righteous snare
Magically
Declare our
Finest proportions
Or
Remembered

To express, to impress, to speak
to declare our love, our affection.
To share our sorrow, our

May 10, 2015

She picks up the leather-bound book
Her fingers tracing the raised letters on the

A pen and a paper,
And playful, happy capers.
The words and emotions,
Some inspiration,

I am love’s fool
Under the spell of those piercing eyes
Memories that replay moments

The wound has long closed
Not a scar, not a trace
Yet pangs of pain are felt
From memories I

The chaos betrays this calmness
forced into a smile
the pain basks in numbness
hiding beneath his

your light has long extinguished
only sadness remains
over promises you have anguished
a dark

It was love that time around,
Or so I thought it was
It was you and me back then
Now it’s finally

a burdened charity dost entail
faux generosity habitually inhaled

jaunts, keepsakes left

He bathes in moonlight
Sleeps while the sun burns the sky
He basks in twilight
Weeps when night’s

thought…
Your smile was for me, and me alone.
That I am the reason for your laughter.
That with

There was a time when…
I would’ve dropped everything for a glimpse of you,
To talk for a few

Like a fool I dream of you
And things that can never be
Like a fool I think of you
In a world of

our flesh brushing against each other,
leaving mine tingling even after you are gone.

your

hearts that drifted apart
now strangers with memories
past is past, gone and done
see how lives

In numbness I bask

Stripped of joy, stripped of agony

A vessel that’s hollow

Life’s curse,

here’s a pain that tugs from the depth of my being

a pain unlike any other

it’s trigerred by