Life's Journey Through Poetry

Perched on the precipice of the malar eminence I flow from the window of the soul I am the vessel of passion I am joy and sadness I am...

The strange face peers through the dew dropped glass pane With hope that I be of similar cloth Continued questions swirl ‘round in their...

Up against a graffiti wall A weathered man of meager means Leans forward and in Southern drawl Whispers insightfully without a scene “I...

Do you have some time? By what schedule might that be For the hour, the day, or infinity Do you have some time? Message me via text or...