where lies the truth

the poet etches words onto a paper indelible words, with indelible sentiments spoken in the deepest portions of the deepest channels within a river running through the very soul. what could be said more than the languages invented by men? fickle, the sentences, often written to lay the foundation of houses built on sand. i … Continue reading →

blank pages and poetry

an x-ray into the psyche, a portal into the realm of existential awareness oh come alive, poet. wake from your slumber. open your eyes and rise above the light. i write because my silent heart needs to have a pulse. there is life in the old man; there is life in the young soul. i … Continue reading →

the footsteps of the fallen

of all the poems i have penned in recent days, this has been one of my favorites. not to say this states anything about the aptitude of my poetic ability or even the quality of the piece itself, but there are moments the mask slips and the inner self bleeds through in all its insecurity. … Continue reading →

interpol and poetry

for starters, i apologize. i have been quite remiss in updating here. i am working on editing my prose and have been a bit preoccupied on my deviantArt page as well. whatever the matter. . . a poetic indulgence for you. i have very few musical fixations, but when i become fixated on a particular … Continue reading →