Tuesday, September 28, 2010


the muse pleads,
for one last rendition,
of thought-art-imagination,
all one has to offer, is
ineffectual capers,
of inconsequential lives,
the muse or me ?

Friday, September 17, 2010


(no){w}here is,
the fine line,
suffocating life, and
breath taking death.

Monday, September 6, 2010


we strip ourselves,
of our names, and fame (?),
we strive to be forever-wise,
a mere thought, an idea,
our shame, however,
will forever remain our shroud.


looking at me,
are those crimson tinged eyes,
are the tears done ?,
or are these the remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

seeking me,
are true love's words,
are they your first ?,
or are they remnants of last night's ?,
good times ?,

the eyes speak myriad emotions,
the words weave a million webs,
for whom ?, one wonders ?,
did i not already last night ?,
good times !


we pretend to care,
as we move through our days,
that lonely old woman,
trying to make it to the next,

little boys and their refused childhoods,
girls that squeeze through hoops,
of metal,
and life,

we pretend,
of bigger worries,
we gaze at our scars,
the physical and the not so,

we worry that little itch,
while our soul,
soothes itself away,
as we enter the gates,

of our reality and dreams,
built on those left behind,
but mostly on our souls,
a little bit everyday.

Sunday, September 5, 2010


we judge others,
for all that we hold dear,

we judge others,
for our desires,
passions, and
guilty pleasures,

we judge others,
lest they judge us,

we judge others,
for our righteousness,
our integrity, and
for the lack of it all.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


brings strength,
no fear,

brings pride,
no shame,

there is plenty,
to be,
by oneself,

just to be,
is all of it.


i can walk away,
while you stay,
watching me,
wander away,

will i get anywhere ?,
will i find myself ?,
i cannot, and neither
can you say,

should i try ?,
should i leave ?,
these are questions,
answered when time replays,

when i see you again,
where i left you,
to lose, and
find my way again.