Dreams fall to the wayside

like stars plummeting down

trapped by the weight of gravity,

reality.

Optimism and innocence of youth

corroding over time, rusting,

corrupting into unrecognizable

shapes of disfigurement.

The wonder and awe transforms

into repetition and cynicism

as each passing day reaffirms

the mundane.

Thoughts once freed by tongues

never leave their confines,

imprisonment i...

Never stated but always implied;

one leaves no choice,

but two comes with bias.

Quicker to forgive,

easier to assist,

harder to leave.

Words are never needed

with actions speaking clear

to the child of ire.

Object of affection

means another unattended,

seeking approval.

The favored offspring

reaps the bounty

of the problem child.

But coddling and chiding

turns into soft skin

waiting...

The hum of the television

syncs to the beat of my heart,

resonating and pulsing

through his head on my chest.

The rise and fall of his breath,

Light dancing on his sleepy lids,

blood warming more than blankets

as our bodies sink into the mattress.

Countless nights are spent

feeling instead of seeing,

hearing instead of speaking,

in between dreaming and reality.

Every day slowly melts away

t...

The moonlit night was tranquil, stars littering the edges of inky blackness not touched by lunar rays. It’s these nights that brought him back to the sea in spite of her temper, past the breaking waves and out to the still waters that quieted his aging mind. He used to fish before the break of dawn, but now he sat on the bow of his vessel and relished in the silence.

The ocean never frightened h...

Foundations in the chaos

A tangled set of roots

Planting firm in currents of time

Nourishing the body

Weaving through the ground

Over stones, under streets

Around manmade structures

To find forgotten earth

To be uprooted is to die

To not have belief or support

To be rooted is to be alive

To grow and to love...

The water glass on my bedside

Table smells of hard spirits;

It took my spirit after a bullet

And two boys took the lives

Of two other boys,

One my friend.

On my old phone I scroll

To the texts of a dead man

I read the nonchalant,

The mundane messages,

So normal and yet

They say so much more now.

The news left me speechless

But my fingers flew fast

Typing one last text to the

Body of a bo...

There’s serendipity in solitude,

a sweetness in the silence.

the loud and aching hearts of men

fall to disarray and violence.

But the bitter meets its bitter end

when left to console the mind,

lacking companionship in anger

leaving ourselves more kind.

Fall gently into the void of solitude,

forget your woes and sleep.

When the light of morning comes,

we’re only left our souls to keep.

The s...

pitter patter of the rain drops

drop, drop, dropping on my window sill

thoughts I entertain then let lie still

within the stillness of the morning,

mourning the loss of sleep,

it’s 4am and I’m at a loss for words,

words I tried to keep and then

I let slip away along with

the light of day,

what a light burden to pay

for a prayer of sanity...

My thoughts aren’t novel, but each one I have layers on top of each other and builds to a new revelation, strengthening synapses and firing repetitively. We are told we are wasting our youth, pushing the boundaries of what it means to be alive and testing our limits. Sometimes it’s living life to the fullest, and other times it’s indulging in tomfoolery that will either make for a reminisce or a c...