POEMS

HOME FOR THE LOST

The future of New York City is a growing disparity. It’s past has been a history of indoctrination, The present, is one of controlled chaos. I bear witness to the...

INSIGNIFICANT

When speaking I am too loud Then, When silent Too quietly Feel gone when I am around When present I am faded and now ground down  To nothing more, Than...

DANCE IN DARKNESS

  I only ever wanted to see you dance… A blanket view for a passing glance, Such solemn stare at the scaled advance, Brings rushing cold to my empty hands,...