Delta Heat The river of heat pours on the soul. A humid tapestry of saturation brings out beads of sweat. Summer heat is its own ghoul. Take a shower to clean, Only to be drenched in perspiration sheen. Clothes stick, Skin slick. As sure as the river is wet, So is humidity’s silhouette. The Mud of History History is muddy, Dirt and water washed together. Sometimes it makes clay, Sometimes it’s sinking sand. History is muddy, Water and dirt compacted together. Someti

Poem 1: Four Red Tears The incandescent red glows in a system of eleven The four suns roar slashing in millions degree kelvin The flaming rage of perfection a jewel in the galaxy The planet of life an oasis in uncertain cosmos Never can one escape tragedy, Never can one escape mortality, Never can one escape the hidden hand of entropy Four people come to a key moment Four gods come to play their part Four celestials come to collapse their reality Four red tears weep over th

Book: A Seeker Reality: Book of Poems Justice Is Justice is a dead-beat father, Maybe showing up for holidays and major events...

Story: Pontifex Maximus Angel or demon Give hope, keep truth, hold secrets In Faith or folly Story: Narcotic of Obsession Obsession found her Idolatry consumed her Renee released her

Shadow of a Father I hate my father. I know him which makes me hate him even more. The man is obsessed with justice while leaving me and my sister alone. My mom doesn’t believe him when he says he is close. I hate my father. The man talk about family values but I am the one wiping my mother's tears. She accused him of cheating but because she thinking he is cheating but just to see if he would comeback home. My little sister doesn’t even know him. She is a accustomed to a

Clean up, isle top secret: Worker at PCA I told Rachel I wouldn’t smoke any more, but here I am. In my car. Trying to figure out if going to work is worth it. The PCA, Paranormal Containment Agency. The name is a ghost on reddit, and haunting phantom of conspiracy theorists. Yet, I look at the building, a literal bigfoot in a concreate jungle of a large city. Its not all what is cracked up to be. I told Rachel I would stop drinking, yet…I don’t know how to kill memories.

Book: Count of Alhassen Love poem #1 To Riley from Carus I wish we were born in a different time, Your shoulder was the place I could embrace, It was my safest place, You make me laugh and cry, You make me angry and joyful, When I cry over our broken hearts my eyes are never dry, When I wake up to this reality hope without you is never full I wish we were born in a different time, Your eyes are the perfect storm, In them I lay my most intimate life form

Book: A Seekers Reality: Book of Poems Imperfections Caring is a decision Love is the heaven that exists beyond the grasp of...

#1: Hallucinations Illusions of us together make wonder in the deepest of ways Your smile a delusion that I can never forget Dreams of me holding you close shine on my sleep like piercing sun rays My empty hand and heart the price of lover's debt Is it a crime my eyes never forget you Is it a curse my heart still holds onto your memory Will I hold on to this burden thinking my feeling are true I hold on to us even though you don’t complete loves symmetry N

Who Saw it? Who saw it? Was it you, Was it me? It was them Truth locked away A gem hidden in finite distance, the past ...

Opaque man Visitor from darkness Obsessed with oblivion Oh dark one fighting nature and realms A mad man, musing over loss Vying for meaning Obsessed over the darkness Obsessed over the injustice A stroke of tiredness Becomes a balance on the fulcrum Veracious master Overfill the dark man with fake meaning Oblivion is a crown worn but piercing to the heart A river of mercy once lived, But a soul of obtuse darkness lives In the cyclic conquering

Meandering Thoughts Dreaming of day thoughts Eye drift into the unknown Blank eyes busy mind Spiraling Digging ambition ...

Album Cover of the artists that have brought me so much inspiration for these poems Theme : Antagonists These poems are character...

1’s and 0’s People want religion to be binary The meaning of life syphoned down to yes and no The answer a simplistic logical fairy People want religion to be binary The truth an ethical mine canary Testing for heresy because thus said so People want religion to be binary The meaning of life syphoned down to yes and no Orange Menace Black and orange rage saturates the gods Human fury haunts the heavens Black scales and orange eyes slash through the odds Black and oran

Why I write Rhythm in blues comes to lead and paper My mine doesn’t stop, a river with no dam Ideas come in and out I am caught in...

I wrestle with discipline I wrestle not because I don’t want it, I wrestle because I desire it but don’t know how to keep it, I wish I...

There is call, A call to reach the heights of magnitude, To forever chase the gravity at the core of future, A yearning to reach out to...

We would speak storms to each other, Thundering through our angering frames, We would speak war to each other, Nuking our intimate...

I think its better if we never speak again, You speak gibberish and I speak Gooble gobble The language we use is a never parsed right,...

Ghost of past thoughts haunts me like a wraith Shrieking in the halls of my mind, The valley of death is an encroaching menace seeking to...