It Was A One-Eyed Kind Of Morn

It was a one-eyed kind of morn With evening’s festivities going awry I scrawled out all I could remember Once a gentleman, turned drunken guy Slight images of a lovely form Olfactory sparks upon my brain Sketching the party’s guest list But no new faces could remain Racking my skull for a proper memory Writing

We’re Allowing The Modern World To Dwindle

  We’re allowing the modern world to dwindle We’ve neglected love & now slowly it dies Crashing back to from where it came We’ve messed up this most recent of our tries A fragmented society in this world of hate Our streets filled with torch bearing vigilantes  But I’m choosing compassion & joy I’d rather

Collecting Fragments Of Free Thought

Collecting fragments of free thought The missing pieces of a discarded word Unknown & forgotten loves in innerspace Unfortunately time reduces us by a third Intellectuals hunkered down – protecting wisdom Throwing bones, sharpening knives & wit Critical theories to counteract  The cultural elite reminding me I ain’t shit But I continue down my solitary