in me the maddness of the universe
how do i begin to control
the big bang happens everyday
rippling upon my soul,
...
i grew up in a nervous world
where everyday could be the last
so i lived each day as that
yesterday was only the past,
...
i grew up with the promises
sweet, golden, yet never fulfilled
i worked the meaneal jobs for livin wages, only there wasnt much to live on, merely exist
from sad ghetto windows
...
a few days away
anticipation
the road is calling
i want to follow
...
does the white whale call to you
as it does to myself
silent at first but true
till in your soul it's wealth,
...
what can i say that my poetry hasnt said)
I Am Poet
in me the maddness of the universe
how do i begin to control
the big bang happens everyday
rippling upon my soul,
there is lightning in my thought
thunder in my sleepless dreams
all the glory of the stars
on my tide the moon does beam,
in my hand the pen
from which the ink so bleeds
of wounds healed to scar
from wanting more than my needs.