More poems

I call this venting in different directions


 I am more impressed with your fascination than the lessons you try to teach
I feel this shows a real version of who you are
nd yet…….here you are

Preaching to the choir to hear yourself speak,
and not once do you share your thoughts
on how life has Continue reading


sign of the times

There is too much flash in this new century. There is too much advancement in technology; too many apps, too many cellphones, and too many empty playgrounds.
There are too many ways to communicate, yet our communication with each other seems to be dwindling and left in the less personal hands of text messaging.

A young girl with a piercing in her lip looked Continue reading

replacing thoughts

Replace the thought with an action…..

In an interview, an inmate from Alcatraz spoke about his time in solitary confinement. He described the dark room as damp with a horrible smell.
He called it, “The hole.”
Perhaps the room was named after the hole in the floor, which is what the inmate was told to use as a toilet.

After being thrown in the cell, the inmate fell to his knees. Then he Continue reading

Written yesterday on the job

I sat in the back of a Greyhound Bus with hours of travel ahead of me and nothing else but time to consider my young life. I was trying to reconnect the good times and separate them from the bad.
In the fifth month of my early sobriety, I was heading home to say farewell to The Old Man.  By this time, the fog in my head was beginning to lift. I was less angry and more aware. I was learning about Continue reading