For My Dad

-- a family waiting in the quietness of rooms soon crackling with tension. Daddy’s home --

Illusory Lies

Beyond the veils of illusory lies Between the views of mortal eyes Up above reality Past logic and conformity Follow nothing, shun belief Close your eyes and wander free Push through the pain

The Descent

Spiritual Growth Poem

Death row eats

Last meals should relate to the crime.

Untitled

'Untitled', a poem written on 21 April 2013

The Editor

The Population Editor looked down into the eyes of the little child sitting on the doorstep of her council house, collecting rainwater in a cracked, old jar; its chronoscopic third eye glowing bright

trojans

short, not very sweet.

Memories are Raindrops

A quote about forgetfulness and how little we remember.

Life gave me a flower

Life gave me a flower; I wanted a gold ring. I threw away the flower now I don’t have anything. Life gave me an hour to gaze upon the sun; I spent my time complaining

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