Lanky, skinny, black boy, age of sixteen years; shirt from k-mart, pants from sears. He sits alone at a cafeteria table with no one to occupy his time. They...
Sometimes I feel I’ve tried too hard– to be everything other
than me/I stare in mirrors waiting for echoes to reveal the eyes
of a man who others aren’t...
Son, I have but a few words for you
and it is only going to take a few minutes of your time –
Boy as I look down upon you from the heavens
of my new journey’s...
All around me are distractions and attractions.
And the world can be a fucked up place to be. But do I pay attention more because I’m a writer? As I look...
This is the wordplay of my heart
dancing on a thunderstorm of emotion;
raindrops drizzling a haze
inside the sensory zone of an inspirational maze
a duality...
There have been those who told me where I’ve been
and where I have yet to go but I had to look down within
the bosom of soul and let them know that I define...
Through their eyes I see the instruments of hope
and in their faces I hear decayed dreams whistling
through the hollow silence of these forgotten streets
where...
I have always had a fear of drowning, therefore
I float. I flow with the currents that take me upstream
and empties me in the mouth of life’s ocean; waves
silently...
There is no crying in poetry because poems
don’t cry for sympathy/they cry to expose the human
emotion of translation and they cry to ignite the fuel
of connection...
