In Naiveté

There will always be that place Somewhere between time and space where grace shines Like the efflorescent moon hanging as a necklace Drop dead center in the middle of the tart black streets of this concrete jungle With traffic horns blaring And street lights standing like chandelier trees about this mistake called civilization If you […]

Capital “T”

Those that find themselves standing in the empty room of imagination count sheep They Day dream and reminisce over untapped memories and unfulfilled visions To them, participating would have been the best choice; but their time is all spent Time does not reward all this neglect rather attempts to normalize alienated feelings Motion sickness all-around […]