Birth

Birth I can feel the poems Some are like angst and depression Some are like joy and peace Some the words flow like the winds Some refuse release   I think those are the best ones The ones  that stay locked in the womb Awaiting just the right moment to be birthed Crying, gasping for…

Call to Arms

Call to Arms There is nothing quite like the emptiness Of a poet’s mind and heart Staring at this blank piece of paper With an even blanker mind The heart numb The spirit still And though my heart and soul and will Long for a deep expression The minutiae of the day Have drained it…

Chasm

Chasm Sometimes living poetry Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm I see nothing I feel nothing Yet I know something is out there In there, within the darkest depths And suddenly and without any explanation There I just step Falling, falling, falling Into a place I know not To a destiny I know…