Still searching for purposeStill jotting out these words as if I'll find it in a pageAnd I do But some days I can't escape Feeling maybe all of this is worthlessI guess we all feel that wayWhen we're overexertedIn the dirt and going shirtlessSometimes we all need a breakHave to work to deserve itServe it…Read more Purpose in a Page
Poetry
Phantoms
Good is good Bad is bad Until good’s no good and bad’s the best you ever had So much preciousness But who can see When our eyes only touch the surface and who we are is buried underneath Was there ever a chance to say Or do the phantoms hold sway When it takes more…Read more Phantoms
Too Much
Who cares what they think?Who cares what they say?Who cares who they are?Who cares what they believe?Why waste... ...Too much. ...Much too much. And yet...Never enough. Expressions fail.Affections flail.One touch, andAll is come undone.
Verdict
I'm sure you'd agree that I've lost touch with nearly everything,That I'm all fresh and green; that I forgot what life means. But you don't know me;You haven't seen what I've seen, and from my point of being.Nothing that you think means a thing, nor what you would scream to say.To you, your own; to…Read more Verdict
Modern Man
Clutching for my reason --to burn on through the sense of purpose that comes and goes with the season.Frame me with treason, for when it comes to being modern man, I'd rather be a heathen. And I believe in peace. Live, and let's leave them to their own defeat --their own disease. Rushing for a…Read more Modern Man
All That There Is
Write like you don’t care for the words So long as the meaning is conveyed Sing like you don’t care for the sound For the music is in your veins Dance like you don’t care who sees So long as the feeling is expressed Dream like you’ve never been afraid To be your very best…Read more All That There Is
Sound Truth
Like a number with no place Like a flower with no scent... ...
The Gun, the Sword, and the Pen
Staring down the barrel of a gun, I see once again, what it takes to stand firm and what it means to run. To think that we're still so meek that now bullets are all that power can afford; as if just to miss the point that was etched in those old stones: the pen…Read more The Gun, the Sword, and the Pen
Raindrops
So you kissed away the raindrops
Along A Melody
Wait. Don't go. Should you say. Did you know?
ON LIFE AND DEATH 