Bright

The other side. Is bright, And enriched with life.  The cataclysm made yesterday has wisped away, and the darkness that used to harness your life is no longer causing you strife. The light, it is coming faster and faster. Every moment you move forward you break the cycles that used to break you. Every passing…

Like A Phoenix

The ashes burn like hot magma bursting out of the earths crust into the air. What was once flesh and blood and bones and breath is now a mesh of molten rock and burning scents permeating into the air. What once lived a life, is now noting but dust and gone with the wind. But…

Like A Phoenix

The ashes burn like hot magma bursting out of the earths crust into the air. What was once flesh and blood and bones and breath is now a mesh of molten rock and burning scents permeating into the air. What once lived a life, is now noting but dust and gone with the wind. But…

Writing my first book

A discussion on how I wrote my first book. I remember the feelings of doubt creeping in. the constant fear of my words not resonating with others or even connecting in anyway shape or form. I remember hearing the whispers of what I should be doing in selling and promoting my book. They were all…

Smooth Jazz

A poem about love I want to listen to smooth jazz on a cold winter night and rub your feet to some wine,  I want to caress your soul with the frivolous confides of mine and dig up the gems that shine a light so divine,  I want to know the aches that plague your…

Dispersing Thoughts

Sweet requiems that serenade ears  become eerie screeches from sirens  filled with tears when dreams and fantasies  become tainted with everyone else’s fears Our eyes become blinded by the singing of other’s concepts  that plague our mind-frames into believing  that what we wished for isn’t a complete idea And instead of steering our own ship…

Sundry Fragments

Sundry fragments The sundry fragments of my soul are splattered across the globe in search of new Ways to become bold, brave, and no longer afraid Staring in a rage as I blame the world for my soul being in disarray attempting to discover my place in this paradigm controlled by dissonance Sundry fragments sprinkle…

Spring of Corona

I stepped outside today, Felt the fresh early spring as I ran, The birds were serenading to the world, She was listening, However, Our world was silent. No sirens, No people. I took the liberty of running without music, to hear the sweet melodies of my world, and one sound was missing. The bustle of…