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 ...