Poem

Haiku Are we devils Creating our own living reality of hell Throwing blame outwards

Sometimes I feel like am holding on to you, Making you hold on to me, By desperately haunting Your dreams and musings. Putting my love out there, For it enough to graze the fabrics Of your cotton shirt. Have you ever enjoyed the distant pain So much so that, it’s like music playing, As you soar through this earthly life? As this sweet torment continues it makes you wonder, Is life really anything more than being

A triolet — the neon screams of lavish dreams along Las Vegas Boulevard despite the light, not just gold gleams the neon screams of lavish dreams a town that’s founded on extremes where destiny’s a playing card the neon screams of lavish dreams along Las Vegas Boulevard

Poem Lack of motivation Is like walking in A sun-drenched desert With no map And no water You will end up lost With no direction And a thirst for life

a shadorma each new word claims sovereignty deriving thingliness purely from recognition like any nation

a restless spirit that aches for change bound by walls of indecision caged by the barbed wires of doubt a muffled voice whispers through fear of watchful eyes an urge to resist and defy the pen — a weapon — , I must draw blood from the page and lead…