Category Archives: Poetry: Tears Of A Poet

  I am more than words. I am the penmanship of life’s emotion.  Look around and you’ll see me floating through the winds of time as an inspirational angel. I touch minds, embrace hearts and cure tears with just the whisper of my translation. I am more than a metaphor. I am the study of […]

A half glass of warm beer sits just to the left of a pile of scattered newspaper crumpled just enough to see a half page of an Obituary; someone has ran out of time today/no chance to open their eyes again to breathe into another day/no chance to speak into silence and to pause another […]

This poem is a memory This poem is about/a place I use to call my home; a place where this new silence I see was once the laughter of hope and pride. A place where my young feet use to run in the freedom winds of innocence but now as I look down this narrow […]

  April 27, 2014  8:25 A.M.   The sun is only slightly shinning, but on this day my age has the brightest smile.  I’ve watched life grow and it has come a long way since my early days.   Back then, just a child, I use to celebrate laughter as an innocent melody of freedom, […]

One April Morning (The 36th Song) Written April 27th, 2012 10:31 A.M. A howling wind regurgitates through the reflection of soft sunlight that is peeking through the eyelids of my bedroom window. A gentle air whispers into my awakening as I rise to a new song. One April morning I experienced the magic of birth […]

I’ve been sitting here singing now for thirty-five years/ listening to the music of my heart whistle through laughter, pain, happiness and tears. So as I toast the beginning of another song I stare through the journey of these eyes and reflect upon the times I struggled in this life just to belong.   The […]

To Live Again To progress one has to remember to live.   One night I sat alone listening to my past pain unhealed whining against the coldness of yesterday’s window.   It was a stuttering sound that startled the waves of silence that giggled amongst the hours of truth; a truth that whistled for time […]

Written April 27th 2009 Thirty-three years ago I had no name, no dreams no emotion — they say I was just a ten pound bundle of joy pushing my way out of a sixteen year old womb. It is safe to say I don’t remember but the sting from being smacked on my naked little […]

Written April 27th 2008 To be born again is to release yesterday’s fears and rise from the recycled shell we call existence; it is the freedom to capture our own reemergence as we explore and face the unknown by redefining it into another year of knowledge; to be born again is our ability to rewind […]

There are times I stare out into the openness of a quiet world watching  my reflection cry. Sometimes I don’t feel my feelings are heard; sometimes I watch my own tears dry. If you really knew me, you would know my heart is the microphone of my emotional suffocation. I’ve once spoken with an empty […]