Book: A Seeker Reality: Book of Poems    Justice Is     Justice is a dead-beat father,   Maybe showing up for holidays and major events...

Story: Pontifex Maximus   Angel or demon  Give hope, keep truth, hold secrets  In Faith or folly    Story: Narcotic of Obsession  ...

Shadow of a Father   I hate my father. I know him which makes me hate him even more. The man is obsessed with justice while leaving me...

Clean up, isle top secret: Worker at PCA  I told Rachel I wouldn’t smoke any more, but here I am. In my car. Trying to figure out if...

Book: Count of Alhassen   Love poem #1  To Riley from Carus    I wish we were born in a different time,   Your shoulder was the place I...

Book: A Seekers Reality: Book of Poems    Imperfections     Caring is a decision  Love is the heaven that exists beyond the grasp of...

#1: Hallucinations   Illusions of us together make wonder in the deepest of ways   Your smile a delusion that I can never forget   Dreams...

Who Saw it?  Who saw it?   Was it you,   Was it me?     It was them   Truth locked away   A gem hidden in finite distance, the past    ...

Opaque man  Visitor from darkness   Obsessed with oblivion   Oh dark one fighting nature and realms     A mad man, musing over loss ...

Meandering Thoughts  Dreaming of day thoughts  Eye drift into the unknown  Blank eyes busy mind     Spiraling   Digging ambition   Itches...

Album Cover of the artists that have brought me so much inspiration for these poems Theme : Antagonists These poems are character...

1’s and 0’s People want religion to be binary The meaning of life syphoned down to yes and no The answer a simplistic logical fairy  ...

Why I write Rhythm in blues comes to lead and paper My mine doesn’t stop, a river with no dam Ideas come in and out I am caught in...

I wrestle with discipline I wrestle not because I don’t want it, I wrestle because I desire it but don’t know how to keep it, I wish I...

There is call, A call to reach the heights of magnitude, To forever chase the gravity at the core of future, A yearning to reach out to...

We would speak storms to each other, Thundering through our angering frames, We would speak war to each other, Nuking our intimate...

I think its better if we never speak again, You speak gibberish and I speak Gooble gobble The language we use is a never parsed right,...

Ghost of past thoughts haunts me like a wraith Shrieking in the halls of my mind, The valley of death is an encroaching menace seeking to...

So many people want to be understood, But I want to misunderstand you, If it were up to me, I would be awkward with you, I would sit in...

Your sweet smile sends my mind into doubts, Leaving marks on my memory, Your eyes, are tender embrace, Your voice sweet air freshener,...