Labourer
Working on the lines,
it’s just another day of
working on the lines.
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To the death
I have loved and lost,
and buried my heart so I
would not love again.
Journey
The storm and the song
carry me along
through war and strife,
this tumultuous life,
to where I belong.
Book 3 announcement
I’ve been working on my third publication over the past few months and I’ll be finalizing the last of the details by the end of the week.
The title of my third book is, “2011: The Year I was in Love”. It will contain my work from March of 2011 through the end of that year.
I’m publishing it as both a paperback through CreateSpace and Amazon and as an ebook through the Kindle store. I’ll post links as soon as everything is ready, which should be within the next week.
Tender
Take care whom you hold –
unworthy arms will never
treat you with respect.
The Eye of the Storm
All of the noise
from the girls and boys
makes me crawl in my skin;
their damnable din
challenges my poise.
Close to our heart
The words that hurt most
come from the mouths of those whom
we most desire praise.
Mute
I am dumbfounded;
the words catch in my throat, and
they refuse to budge.
Foreign
Language,
cascading words,
alien syllables,
hide a depth and meaning beyond
our ken.
The catch
Just what should I say
to the people who’ve hurt me.
My words have failed me.
A (wise) man of two faces 