I.A molten twilight ink dripsacross my most longing parchment—each word fragile as an emberglowing with untold tales. II.My quill trembles in my fingers,a poetic bird on the cusp of song,plumage dipped in a black riverof all my unwritten desires. III.At the...

Artists moving the culture across space and time - Pushing us across the divide, primal dance of darkness & Flame Some do it for the fame, the best do it from the heart. This artAccessing the inaccessible dark So much there Place where most don’t care to look or are: Too scared. Of the mystery, there.Like...

I do love letting my mind now roamin some poem within a poem;hear rhymes between these lines,put there by my unaware designs. Just a single moment in time,camouflaged under all this rhyme;the truer message I intend to sendwhile these stanzas...

Little girls fulfilling their quotes of jumping ropes A surreal sunshine, rotting in the mind Having one hell of a time hobbling down these city roads People scoff and laugh Lost it all at last Too sick and tired to be aghastPulled out the gun and started to blastOne...

I am afraid it remains the truth,ever since my fraught youth,that I am an agent of the night,a provocateur of the sacred write. Sitting here with quill in hand,on a lifelong quest to understand,the rhythm within every rhyme,within lines thinner...