Youth whistles his name — twelve years of life balancing
between eroded curbs just on the edge of Hancock street.
He wears grown man shows on his feet and...
I want to reach out and answer him, he who hides
from his own questioning. I want to teach him
how to speak the words that fear has silenced
and stand tall...
I have found that this is love; I have found that this every touch
we share is the formula for passion every time our lips caress –
it is this soft tender...
If I wrote the best poem in the world
I would dry the tears on the silent neglected streets
where lamposts blink the sounds of destruction,
and in the eyes...
Sometimes I hate when I’m supposed to love.
I stare off into cluttered windows watching the eyes of my heart
dilate into fragments of distance
loudly shattering...
Young girl, twenty-two years of age
sits on a sidewalk curb all alone.
She is internally torn, externally prone and far from home;
she is emotionally beaten...
He knew dreams of her
weren’t just imaginations of his heart
as he believed that somewhere, far or near
the magic of her smile still existed
upon the tranquility...
Society had me trippin’;had me wishing, thinking, and believing I was someone other than who I actually was. Often I lay down in the backyard when I was barely...
March, 2010
So many times I wanted to lay down this pen
and let the words migrate back into silent barriers
of a once broken expression; so many times
I wanted...
Off The Chain
There was a time during my growing up days where I searched
to unlock the chains of my manhood. I was young/ eager/ ready
and willing to take...
