Poem: Lord of Dirt

Blood is worth dirt
Was what they told him
The only value his had
Was when it was spilt
In the field of battle

Poem: Pretty Things

There are pretty things
So beautiful to behold
Yet empty inside

Poem: Parody

I spent so long trying to make you happy
I forgot what my own happiness was
Without trying to please you in the process
With you I have become a reflection
That dances when you dance and falls
When you fall to the ground

Poem: Warrior Spirit

Hair black as the raven
Circling the field of bodies below
The first kill was memorable
The thousandth was forgettable

Poem: Old Books

The spine is weathered
Broken by untold hands
Opening and closing it
Well loved or well traveled
Before it found its way here

Poem: Loneliness is the Killer (of my Heart)

Like the sand in the hour glass
She waits collapsed at bottom
Waiting for her turn
To start over again

Poem: Weathering Rock

Her heart once soft and beating
Over time petrified
From lack of being held
Hardening to the world
Until it was a rock to the outside

Poem: Possibilities

Bright sun new morning
Shines on golden fields of dreams
Here hopes run freely
Infinite paths stretching out
Oh! the challenge of choosing

Poem: Maryland in Brief

Maryland my home
Where first ancestors flourished
Kissed by deep waters

Poem: Idle Days on the Patuxent

The rain in Seattle makes me miss the east coast
With summers so hot you melt outside
Those brutal days are worth the warm nights
Where we would drink beer on the hood of your car
Watching the tide roll in lapping at the sand
As we skipped rocks shattering the stars