POETRY

29 - Identity

What is an identity not suffered? You may identify as man, or king but this is what life for you ushered.If you seized the crown, that's another thing.If all you...

29 - Identity

What is an identity not suffered? You may identify as man, or king but this is what life for you ushered.If you seized the crown, that's another thing.If all you...

28 - Ashes in the Pyre

A million men walk on cragged rock,Paying dues to the gods that forsake them.They wear their lacquered black torn pastor frocks,and march with feet that have long turned numb.Bow’d heads...

28 - Ashes in the Pyre

A million men walk on cragged rock,Paying dues to the gods that forsake them.They wear their lacquered black torn pastor frocks,and march with feet that have long turned numb.Bow’d heads...

27 - Royal bloodlines

Two distant royals asking for a line,Watch the stiff upper lip, don’t spill any.They laugh, I know they don’t get it, that’s fine,They bring nose to glass, the first of...

27 - Royal bloodlines

Two distant royals asking for a line,Watch the stiff upper lip, don’t spill any.They laugh, I know they don’t get it, that’s fine,They bring nose to glass, the first of...

26 - Office squire

A squire sits in his office chair, laden With plastics and chemicals- all sterile. He shines the steel and fancies the maidenAfar, who ignores the petty gentile.Lordship comes, boots of...

26 - Office squire

A squire sits in his office chair, laden With plastics and chemicals- all sterile. He shines the steel and fancies the maidenAfar, who ignores the petty gentile.Lordship comes, boots of...

25 - Star

Stella star, can you see me from afar?I see how you shine, how you shone for me. Black sky of guiding lights, astral bazaar,You were the brightest, spied from oversea.  Ivory...

25 - Star

Stella star, can you see me from afar?I see how you shine, how you shone for me. Black sky of guiding lights, astral bazaar,You were the brightest, spied from oversea.  Ivory...

24 - Latin Hymn

Tug at my roman collar, maverick.Pull my wretched neck chain closer to you.Kneel at Cupids altar, little catholic.Mi amor, worship me where sins withdrew.   Venus’ body in this ash-lit...

24 - Latin Hymn

Tug at my roman collar, maverick.Pull my wretched neck chain closer to you.Kneel at Cupids altar, little catholic.Mi amor, worship me where sins withdrew.   Venus’ body in this ash-lit...