Poetic Prose

I Want To Make Up With You Messages and Unicorns Sweet thoughts Raindrops like jewels From lands where it…

Curve of tangent brims on rune of cosmic quantum, as sparkling rays reel through dew drops

The peripheral deciphering caters to the whims of the poor

A young child’s voice captures and captivates an angelic tone and temperament

Sitting there like stiff white coats and ties, trying to jump-start the mind

The coffee shop overfilling and ringing with mirth and memorable conversation

You cast a spell. Wake me up from it please, Is this heaven. Or hell?

Somber Parting: There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do…

When we the People, look at you, we hope to be seen

Rotted gutting, pickled lips and blood shot eyes, violent limbs in the middle of sleep