Poetry

The Wind

I know why the wind calls with a thousand voices Its arrival is an argument, a clash, a forced opinion…

7 years ago

The Gnomic Father Pt. 5

It's time we talked, of who we are No, not skin and voice, not money nor choices It's about your…

7 years ago

What you make of it.

What do I find myself to be Called upon with expectations, requirements of another world Finding fault that lies not…

7 years ago

Wherein I find it

Call from your deep below Let it fall away Strike the truest blow   I never dipped a toe They…

7 years ago

Call on me

Call on me with your fury, Call on me With your day Make no sounds, there's no hurry Just let…

7 years ago

Would I had been

Would I had been, the man I wanted to be Then I could say, simply, call me a friend But…

7 years ago