The season of a broken heart is upon me.Heartsick, this burning pain roarswithin my stricken heart chambers.The budding of my youthful heart,my tempestuous squalls - the wildfire of my youth. A blooming summer heartglowing with affection in the light which I bask.An...

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...

The seeds that got no reads Gone too soon inscribed upon the tomb like a shrine to our short time in the reason and the rhyme of the season to season kaleidoscope into which we collideIndependent sign into Universal mindSuch a mysterious design So much unknown in this dwelling we call home In this dwelling which we roam Like a poem...