The older I get,
the younger I become
Each word a rebirth
...
He should have loved his children
more than himself
He should have shared his dreams
...
Poetry in judgment,
condemner of expression
Poetry in judgment
...
My right brain writes the Poetry,
my left brain writes the Prose
Separate but together
...
I walked with Colby,
he never walked with me
His spirit to guide us,
...
Let others inside you
as reflection begins
Your truth like a mirror
...
Every voice needs an ear
for it to be free
Every writer, a reader,
...
What good is a poem,
if not to incent or inspire
Just flowering verbiage,
...
Wrestling with time,
an illusion supreme
Its trinity empiric,
...
Is there a higher art
than Martial Art
To live or to die
...