Poetry

The Sword

I am the Sword I am that which shatters, that which cuts I have no opponents, only allies I create…

7 years ago

Saturday

What better day, than saturday What dawn arrives to announce itself so joyously What dusk lingers so long There are…

7 years ago

Nostalgia

That ancient enemy The shiner of the tarnished, that anachronistic foe It arrives with pleasantries, but never leaves the same…

7 years ago

A Video Reflection

Age is not always a bright reflection of our experiences At times, it can be signs of ignorance, those still…

7 years ago

A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents These currents have no mind, no choices, no…

7 years ago

Humility

That which is divine Humility is a shelter against the storm of egos A bulwark from which superiority has no…

7 years ago

Gnomic Father Pt. 2

Time to clean up now, go grab the broom A tidy house this allows, you'll understand real soon   Nice…

7 years ago

American Stoic

Stoic is as stoic does not The straight line with no dividing pathways, eating your feelings and experiences A glutton…

7 years ago

Bravery

Bravery isn't earned, nor taught It cannot be forced upon, the strongest of the lot It comes in waves of…

7 years ago

Gnomic Father Pt. 1

Teach a boy to shave, teach a son Begin by washing away, the day's last run   Go along with…

7 years ago