This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Month: September, 2014


I think of you
And every
Overwhelmed with the effect you’ve had
Upon me
My psyche
Always lurking
Just beneath the surface…


When I Miss You Most

The mix drops
And the beat finds its way to my memory
Open the gates to the mind
And find the eternal flight
Lava flowing from the very earth upon which you stand
Or rather lie
Complacent with the terms of restriction
Almost to the point of suffocation
Today I am thankful
To be free
I mourn your position