Anywhere


These days blur together
Time keeps going, pressing
On, Not stopping for anyone.

I’m still here, I’m not
Going anywhere, after
All these years, I need
To go somewhere. I’ll
Go anywhere, just take
Me there.

And I know the grass
Is never greener on the
Other side, I guess I
Just need a change of
Pace, new experiences,
In a new place.

Looking forward to the
Day, I can make my
Escape, have a car
With. I gas in my tank.
But I have my ways.

See, I’ve got a plan,
I will win in the end.
I will be gone from here.
I’m going anywhere.

Specter

Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
Frosty mirrors show
You can’t see me.

I’ve been the one writing on the wall
The scratching sound echoing down
The hall. I was the one to pick
You up after every fall.
I’m still here for you, but
You act like I’m gone.

Go ahead pray for pity
Like I’m the haunter and
Your my victim, the hauntee.
My manifestation is nothing
But your guilty memory.
God knows its you who
Haunts me.

American Dream (Living the life)

Man, I’m dirt floor poor.
Flat broke, got $10. To my name
I feel like a joke, while laughing
At myself. Life has me by
The throat, but I have the
Upper hand. See I’ve got hope.

Got no money in the bank.
Bills are due, now I can look
My parents in the eye and
Say ” I’m just like you”.

I’m living American style.
We call this the dream.
Live our lives in debt, and
Never own a thing.

It’s okay, see I can smile.
I just need a little time
To figure things out.

Work hard every day.
Pray harder at night.
“Lord something’s gotta
Give, before I brake. Help
Me make decisions, and
Thanks for keeping me safe”.

Still it’s back to the grind
Every day, there’s a lot of us
Out here who feel this way.
Respect is earned never given.
We don’t take government assistance
We make our own living.

Lost

So many things I need to say,
But it doesn’t matter, because
You wouldn’t listen anyway. I may
Have your ears, but what I need is
Your heart. Just a moment of your
Time, before my brain pulls
me apart.

There’s a thump thump bumping,
In the beating of my heart.
It’s the force triggering braincells,
As you get lost, reading my art.
My soul inside, clawing, scratching,
Reaching for you. But you’re one
Inch to far.

My brain keeps beating against
My skull. As my struggle has me
Running into your walls. Trying to
Brake through, all the things I know
Are false. In this maze of you…
I become lost.

Inside I am screaming.
Are my echo’s reaching
Your ears? Please tell me
You hear it, I’ve been down
Here for years. I know what
You’re thinking, I know what
You feel. Just give me a listen,
I will prove I am real.

WE


We see the world,
And it’s beautiful.
On these days we see,
With freshly open eyes,
And crystal clear minds.

It’s not always this way.
Sometimes, the world looks
Black. Sometimes, we feel
No hope. With clouded minds,
We sometimes want it to end.

While we strive for a perfect world,
In secret we hope for a new Bohemia.
We know, when cataclysm occurs
At just the right time. Chaos can be
Beautiful.

We are victims, or so we say.
A bastard generation, of nowhere kids.
With full, heavy hearts, and no voice.

We are tired, and learning to speak.
We are poets, and artists. Thinkers, and doers
We are rising up, to grab society by the throat.
WE ARE GOING TO CHANGE THE WORLD.

The Quiet Life


I am a writer, I am a poet,
Every piece I write,
Equals one moment.

Thousands of thoughts,
And feelings, per one second.
Words picked carefully.
For someone like you to read.

So for a brief time,
You can see inside of me.
So for a few seconds you
Can hold my very soul.
(Please never let me go)

Each word means more to me,
Than you can ever know.
More meaningful, than photographs
These words are. As they bring
More than memory’s, they
Bring feelings back to life.

I’m showing off the things
That can’t be seen, with
Every word I write. Giving
Away pieces of me, reaching
My depths to bring them to light.
This is more than words you read.
This is my life.

Downpour

Woke up this morning,
My eyes were stinging.
Alone I began to think…

Took a walk in the summer rain
Drenched alone, and pondering
When all is said and done can
You tell me? What does my life mean?

I’m only a boy, standing in rain,
I have felt guilt, made it though
The pain, I’m waiting on the sun.
I am ready to feel joy again.

Still what does my life mean?

I’ve trudged through the mud
Ruined my new blue jeans.
Let life seep through my
Blue suede shoes, survived
Emotions, and lived the blues.

All while wondering,
what does my life mean?

I’ve lived with joy,
Dealt with the pain,
Waiting on the sun,
Still standing in rain.
In the end I know,
We all feel the same.

Spectral Waltz

The apparitions swirled around
Portraying images sweet and
Deadly. Moving pictures of what
We could have had, who we
Could have been.

An image of you followed me,
As my body floated across the
Earth. It would seem I am
Dancing with your ghost tonight.

In the dim glow of candles
Accompanied by the black sky,
And pin hole pricks of blue star light.

Your embrace is frozen cold.
As you stair into my firey eyes,
Your perfect eyes glow white.

Once again I struggle to keep
The beast at bay, my K9’s
Are hard to hide. Knowing
I can’t bring you home tonight.

Tonight is all we have.
The hurricane winds orchestrate
Our endless waltz, as the
Crumbling earth becomes
Our eternal dance floor.

Poetry meet’s Photography

Poetry meet’s Photography