Category Archives: my favorite poems

Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift

Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord but you don’t really care for music do you? Well it goes like this the forth the fifth the minor fall and the major lift

shiva

with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with

shiva

with arms embracing destruction catalyst for change has arrived once more dreams are born out of the sorrow of darkness and as before bare the light hidden within the chamber of the soul three thirty AM and I awake with

enter the mind

this darkness you are blind to unfolds invisible folds around you in the cloak the daggers stowed do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet? it is something I have grown to know well to predict and

enter the mind

this darkness you are blind to unfolds invisible folds around you in the cloak the daggers stowed do you see the shadow cast beneath your own two feet? it is something I have grown to know well to predict and

False Comfort

These streets once had a name and a thousand words to say voids make placeholders of the empty shells whose memories were laid waste and these vague tombstones mark the graves of the forgotten remains while the man with the

False Comfort

These streets once had a name and a thousand words to say voids make placeholders of the empty shells whose memories were laid waste and these vague tombstones mark the graves of the forgotten remains while the man with the

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but

Father Farther

  Years are man’s measure to order we must align they post signs along roads which infiltrate our minds you clutch to the comfort of these measurements and count the days as though you can hold on to them but

the return

The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel

the return

The water laps at the shore I am lucky to have returned I once thought of my dying freedom in foresight I saw the tempest which would carry me I knew the time would be long before I would feel

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety

Gadget/Widget

the grotesque flesh parade begins and ends in hourly starts and stops the mechanism controlling this fatuous release of humanity down corridors and in and out of closed rooms seems to churn and clink in a discordia the arrhythmia anxiety