poetry

Poetry is the rhythm of the soul. It is the written seed of song. It is the muse of the painter’s brush and the rhyme of the philosopher’s reason… and I have a lot of it.

LATEST POEMS

HWNovember 29, 2022
BY CHOICENovember 27, 2022
THERE IS SO MUCHNovember 24, 2022
WRITE IT DOWNNovember 23, 2022
TO DEFLECTNovember 19, 2022
WHAT FOOLS ARE WE?November 17, 2022
WHERE IS THE END?November 16, 2022
AND SO THE NEW DAWNNovember 14, 2022
THIS MARKS THE ENDNovember 12, 2022
AT THE ENDNovember 10, 2022
SONGS WE SINGNovember 7, 2022
WE CAN CHANGENovember 3, 2022

POETRY ARCHIVE

GOOD NIGHT

September 21, 2022
GRAVITY

October 17, 2019
GRAVITY

January 11, 2022
HEADACHE

August 25, 2022
HOLDING A MOMENT

October 17, 2019
HOLDING TIGHT

October 9, 2022
HOPES & FEARS

March 6, 2021
HOW DO I CONVINCE YOU?

January 11, 2022
HW

November 29, 2022
I AM HERE

January 11, 2022
I HAVE TO

July 10, 2022
I SEE YOU

October 23, 2022
I WAS HERE

January 30, 2022
IF ONLY

January 11, 2022
IF YOU DECIDE DRAFT

March 6, 2021
IN FANTASY INFANTACIDE

March 31, 2022
INHERENT

October 17, 2019
INTERNAL TREASON

October 17, 2019
INTO THE BURN

July 8, 2022
ISOLATED

October 17, 2019
IT CAN BE HARD

May 14, 2022
IT IS EASY TO FORGET

May 24, 2022
IT IS NOT ABOUT ME

February 8, 2022
IT TAKES ME

January 12, 2022
IT’S HARD TO KNOW

January 11, 2022
IT’S PAST THE TIME

May 12, 2022
KILLING ME

October 17, 2019
KINDRED

October 17, 2019
LEAKING

August 24, 2022
LET’S THINK ABOUT THE OPTIONS

March 12, 2022