The Time

How soon passed the time, my time of poetry and crime. Now I smash the goblet of this time, the time of poetry and wine. This time belongs to poetry, poetry and rhyme. For the ultimate glory of God I walk poetries thin line.

The Fire

I have a peace now in my mind, though the fire still rages. A fire that burns his residue still. I’m commited to the aim, and the beast that rampages within. Life requires effort, let’s strive. I want what’s best for us. I’ve tasted the worst. The fire is ablaze, leaving nothing to the mercyContinue reading “The Fire”

I feel a change

As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”