Monolith

Monolith Running laps around the carousel Blitzing at American Dream speed No time to think of why Just churn out numbers until I die I run straight smack into a monolith It suddenly appeared right in my way So massive, so resolute So beautiful I hit so hard my mind just stopped cold I feared…

The Hope

The Hope Poetry shouldn’t be forced I’m not sure anything good comes from coercion I’m so impeded, the words won’t come They are there in my mind, in my soul Yet there is this dark blockade Anger, fatigue, self-doubt, irritation, impatience These are the bricks in the wall   I so often wait around for…

The Way

The Way I can feel the poems within me Growing, moving, churning Not yet ready to see the light Yet building the light within me greatly Sometimes I feel volcanic, ready to burst asunder Sometimes there’s simply quiet, undercurrent Moving the continents One millimeter at a time These senses are so subtle, sublime Yet also…