Monday, November 4, 2013

Of Quality: The Writer's Dilemma

What's the point 
When all that's asked
Are memories
Of days gone past?
This isn't why
The poet writes;
He writes for, rightly,
What is right.
But play the puppet
One frame more
And give a show
Of which they're sure.
These empty words
Will over soon,
And you can live
A writer's ru'n. 


Maybe falsehoods
Written down
Are no more real
Than playing clown 
To entertain 
The enter'd few
That care enough
To hear from you. 
The only point 
To write that song
Is for them all 
To sing along.
We only ask for
Eyes and ears;
They justify,
Or death, we fear.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

A First World Problem

Surround sound and polished waves
Keep reality from the crazy raving
Fantasy that we all fall for;
Us white sheep herded through the doors
Into a promised neverland
Where hope and love could never land
For fear of pop contaminants.

Such is the life us blessed are in.

Sunday, September 29, 2013


Do I trust in a world of sin
that love can be a happening?
I once placed hope beyond the screen
and ended up with ev’rything
that I cared for and I hoped for lost,
with dreams that forced to turn and toss.
I vowed to push lust to a place
and with it, that same screen away.
Now, in days where I can feel
that I am free of sin and devil,
in days where I feel I have won,
I see that same screen once again.
I do not think it is the same,
but there is yet no simple way
for innocence to recognise 
the diff’rence ‘tween two sets of eyes.
Can one set truly be those eyes
which I have yearned for, day and night?
Do I trust in a world of sin
that love can be a happening?

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Sonnet of Hope

I pace among the masses while my legs keep me from home,
and a cloud of grey descends on a brok'n mans shoulders. 
It's not oft that I am left here standing on my own,
with haunting dreams of 'wish I could have' soldiers. 
Wish I could, wish I may, wish it would have bin;
wishing that these dreams of mine were gone. 
But that is not reality, a world I could have seen,
that is not the truth of my own bones. 
I am a brok'n man with a grey and heavy cloud
resting on my brok'n, nothing soul. 
And the grey gives truths I know a blanket of doubt,
endless dreams with ever-reaching goals. 
But in that cloud of grey, there will always be some light,
as true as stars will always light the hopelessness of night.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013


The waves between two foreign lands
Halt destined love from coming to,
But on those shores where lovers stand
Are hearts that beat with purpose and truth.
For now, they wait with bated breath
Until horizons disappear;
They’d hope for love until their death
When free souls could, at last, be near.
Such a heart is hell to find,
For true love is a miracle,
But when the heart does truly find
Such never, then forever’s real.
    Let men claim heaven is fantasy;
    They’ve never felt what I have seen.

Friday, June 14, 2013

A Smaller Picture of Bigger Things

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But flowers are nothing
In the sight of you.
They say that absence
Softens the heart,
But never again
Will we be apart;
For the thought of your loss
In this world of ours
Is enough to turn sweetest
Of moments sour.
This is the plight
Of the common at home,
What the warrior fights for

When he is gone…

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Wulf Young's Love

The waves play tag
As they criss-cross by;
A misplaced day
For a playful tide. 
A rainbow spouts
In the distant sea, 
But as moments pass
The rainbow flees
Beyond the silent
Volcanic giant,
Who watches tides
Fall and rise and 
Playing tag
On a winter's day. 
Volcanos, waves 
And rainbows play.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Almost Princess

My mind is clear,
Or at least enough to know
That today's hope of sun
Is tomorrow's promise of snow. 
But I need a hand
To reach out to me,
Even if it's a hand
Only I see. 
Because all that I'll love
Will be memories soon,
A moment faster than
Timeless noon. 
For now, she is my hope,
She is my dream
Until she is all or
Gone for reality. 

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Leading Words

Formation of nations,
The waging of wars,
The world's nov'l narration
Or the artist's score.
The power of harm'ny
To lift a lost life,
Or power of hatred
That twists like a knife.
They made what we became,
Made us who we are.
Our lives, on them we blame.
On them, our lives craft.
    They are our gods, moments be damned.
    They lead us, hell-bound, by the hand.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Dream for Immortality

Perfection lying at your side,
With gold and green in ev'ry move;
To live the moment you're alive
And never any moment lose.
To have the body of a God
And live with immortality;
The world is yours, so come, take hold
And live without humility.
You are as young as in your dreams.
And thus, where failure waits for you,
For you are only just a gleam
Of light that through the world goes through.
   The man who has but a thousand dreams
   Will never achieve anything

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Rats and Rainbows

This world is full of wonder,
Extr'ordinary things,
Resounding booms of thunder
And streams of white light'ning.
They shout, "Can you deny
The presence of your God?!"
But in my own flawed mind,
By Nature I am awed.
A name brings prejudice
To ev'ry mind of man.
Forget the words, the benefits 
Will halt you where you stand.
The rainbow'd is the brother to the rats of the sky.
Stop reading, turn around, see the beauty in your sight.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

The Hunted King of Death

He paves the concrete red
And yet his hands are clean;
The children hurt or dead,
Forgotten for the green.
Unnecessary pain
For unnecessary gain,
But he just hides the stain
Of where the children lay.
This is cowardice
Of the most pathetic kind;
To destroy a wealth of promise?
He cannot be so blind.
He hides like a hunter behind his slew of guns,
But as the guilty hunted, he will always run.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

The Music In My Blood

There's no songs for now
and I'm not a fool;
I know this time
will leave me soon. 
I know these feelings,
yet again,
will cease and leave me. 
I won't pretend
that this is right
and I don't know. 
I know the way that
my heart flows, 
but if distraction
keeps me sane, 
then bring perfection;
come once again.