Biography of Beggar Boy
Struggling college student, just looking for love and truth in the midst of the chaos I and so many of us live in. Poetry has become a way for me to talk about truth and beauty in a way not possible anywhere else. After all, isn't that what we all desire?
I don't consider myself set in a genre of poetry. If my poems can get people to think about questioning themselves, their actions, motives, our world, and to begin searching for truth then that is success for me.
Beggar Boy Poems
A Christmas Together
We need not snow, Or electrical glow. It's not a matter of weather, Because we're together.
Cup Of Ashes
Cup of Ashes here tonight Here to talk of my damnable plight Lost in tears, lost in flight Without sound, without sight
The Shocking Truth
Are we so very different From the ones we accuse? From the killer to the bad parent Does their pain us ammuse?
We've a heart that beats But only between the sheets. We've hands that wander With a fattened hunger.
Last thread Last dread One more blow You can call me dead
Are we digging for what doesn't exist? Why in this manner do we persist? On what notion do we insist That this jewel is there in the mist?
A Nightmare At Sea
Darkness shrouds that floating shack An evil cold it does not lack I close my eyes and don't look back
Scratching and scribblings The idealists hatchlings But do we have an idea or clue About the what and the who?
The Beautiful Fusion
There's a secret intrusion Deep down in my soul It has revealed an illusion And uncovered a hole
Show Me The Way
It's all very simple, Quite simple, of course. Not a matter of gravity Or centrifigal force.
Where To Find The Monster
Just another shift As I coast and drift In my illusionary lift My blood is black
The Trash Is Burning
The trash is burning, the stench is in the air a thousand tongues, a thousand voices of despair The trash is burning, it reeks of sin
The Shallow Ones
We are the shallow ones the shallow ones the shallow ones Broken and undone ones
Life be found, where Redemption sound Redemption sound, where sin abound Twisted and marred, hardened and scarred Love for the scarred, softened the hard.
A Christmas Together
We need not snow,
Or electrical glow.
It's not a matter of weather,
Because we're together.
We need not a 'magic',
Love's not in a gadget.
There's only one matter:
It's that we're together.