More More More…In the stillness of night, a man stands alone,
 Beneath the streetlight’s gaze, his aspirations are shown.
 “More” echoes around him, a call to the brave,
 In shadows and silence, his spirit must pave. With dreams yet unspoken, he boldly... See More »
The queens blue veil …Upon a canvas dark and deep,
 Where silent, sleeping worlds do keep,
 The moon ascends, a silver sphere, 
But draped in hues of blue, so clear. Not white, as poets often claim,
 But kissed by twilight's gentle flame.
 A sapphire queen in night's e... See More »
A Golden Moment…In a quaint café, where time drifts slow, A lady sits, with a radiant glow, Her laughter dances like light on the floor, Capturing hearts with a glance, wanting more. Nestled in hues of a sunbeam’s embrace, With a bright yellow cup, she finds her ow... See More »
The Boy and the ManThe Boy A small boy sits on the edge of the room, where voices have just slammed the door shut. His feet don’t reach the floor, but the silence does. His mother’s face is folded in on itself, tears slipping down like apologies she never owed. Her... See More »
Normal lifeWhat is normal life? For self aware person, nothing feels right. What is normal life? For self aware person it's suffering through acknowledging your mind. What is normal life? If only was the answer so simple I'd never stay behind. What is normal... See More »
How a woman gets a manNot the dress, not the curve, not the shine of her hair, Not the practiced perfection hanging in the air. It’s the way the world dims when her message lands, Threads go quiet, the scroll slips from my hands. It’s how my thoughts line up, suddenly... See More »
Six Degrees of SeparationAnd as I lie down The silent clock, a quarter before 5 I felt lost… dumbfounded Looking up a ceiling - way too near my face Music soothing the emptiness Like paint splattering on a blank canvas “It’ll be alright”, says by a song.. Then comes with... See More » (1)
Winters dance …The sun hangs high, a diamond bright, And floods the world with golden light. Upon the lake, the ice is still, A vast expanse, beneath the hill. A dusting snow, like sugar spun, Adorns the path the skates have run. It powders deep the shadowed... See More »
