Love, in the creation of a moment, kneeled
down before me on bended knee
and within it’s presence
the sounds of steady winds
drifting in from the rhymes and...
I write this poem
I write this poem as I have discovered the manhood of a journey
and puberty of discovery;
I write this poem with the breath of early summer
winds...
A lazy day of summer is romancing tranquility
as these thoughts formulate. My mind has becomes lost
inside this abstract nature of poetic haze.
Last night,...
I love the way the mind flows when it is zip lining
through nature. Today I hike through the trees of Bloomfield’s side
of Talcott Mountain—
town incorporated...
Trash filled truths cluttered along faded sidewalks
laying still in motion begging to recapture decayed
dreams from growling lampposts where hope once
leaned;
shattered...
So… he looked on, watching from afar the imagery of family.
Now alone, sitting in place on an old cranky stubborn
porch, eighty-one years of tears laughter...
Sometimes I sit and stare out my window wondering about how different life would’ve been for the reflection staring back at through life’s mirror. What...
I’v stood here before; right here
in the center of a moment watching my own existence
romance the skies of time with elegant
touches of prismatic duration.
But...
I guess I was afraid….
….of being seen as anything less than a man.
I felt trapped inside the walls of societal expectations, inside my family’s vision...
