The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price

The Cost of Life seemed rarely Worth the Price / And as I Paid it seemed quite Poorly Spent / Now, Looking Back, would gladly Tender Twice

breeze bites hard

breeze bites hard for May

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

always, boldly choose diversity

With this utensil? Ne’er get far…

“You therefore must be perfect” just like God / It’s there in letters red and hot as blood

Poems are made by fools like me, / But God made the fools.

a priest, a rabbi, and an imam walk into a bar…

Thank you / For saving me.

Are you okay / With him being gay?

my friend is sad

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

Where representation no longer matters.

out of the head and on to the page…

I will mock the tomb… / Naked bouquet in hand.

Matriculation – First day’s class

Choice friendships deeply pierce the heart; / Both pain and pleasure keenly felt.

Satan is silent as he destroys us, / then loudly runs away from us in broad daylight.

outer cold / exceeds my inner heat; / I never know what shape to take.

slow and steady wins

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