stained pages


on the campus of Indiana University, Bloomington IN

Just yesterday
you told me
keep your head up
all things pass
but your not here
to keep the blood
from draining
and the grudge you hold
i have to let go
this pain unending

-memories never fade.


Point of convergence


I felt a true poet
the day I looked into space
and never wrote a word.



Timid, a dream.

She promised never to speak
of their innocence
his eyes spoke for both.

Down on their knees,
babies above and behind
neither dared to comfort.


no words
just good thoughts
vibes to enter
and exit, as breath
prepares a feast
for eyes, a vision
frozen in time.



twisted tales and myth
wooden beams of olden trees
shield us from the past


Outdoor Bouquet, July 2016

moments of gratitude
spread across her face
silent fractions of love
spent in embrace
what costs our time
returned in grace

What Roah did

Ford Madox Brown, 1871
What Roah did
rowing down the Nile
carry his people to freedom
slave and master at odds.
Two by two the couples left
families of their own
houses built and generations
blessed by sweat and tear.

What Road did
his arrogance too much to bare
families watched their heritage
under a scrupulous divide.
Armageddon vanishes
the measure of a mind
prophecy come true
before the skeptic’s eye.

Urban Dictionary: Roah, the state of zen reached when one is fucked up. A measure of how fucked up someone is.

winter garden

sordid gazing globe
friends gather round
high noon hours gone
reflecting pools, moon aglow
Mad King Ludwig
starts the ball, whirling
gowns, curtsy and bow.

Wagner’s Faust resounds
sounds of mythic status
suicide pacts
dangerous acts
pertaining to the devil
who but shows
God arrives with gavel.

Her rose petals
shower the floor
Marguerite steps so gently
what she wants
doesn’t have to be over
what she has
doesn’t have to be all.

God self-assured
alone, He waits at the door
He waits and never sleeps
hears footsteps creep
ever so closely, she approaches
trepidation and fear
in her throat.

winter garden
friend us now
give us faith to trust
forgiveness, reconciliation
bring forth good
gifts to bring my lover
shower him with my grace.



no truer heart sprouts
than the blossoming cherry
a gift valentine

honest promises 
pink leaves on branches of home
bound swiftly river

pay homage to me
music’s harmony my love
for i return home

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