I'm an ecclectic individual who likes to consider himself well rounded and well grounded. I've worked in the jewelry industry, the restaurant industry, for Home Depot, for Telemarketeers, and now I pursue my novel writing and supplement it with singing for
+ more bio informationPoetry is magnifying the world through the lens of a word, thought the mouthpiece of a throught, through the philosophy of a stream. It's the essence of truth, the wish to say everything we cannot; but strive to. It's the purpose, you can't describe the painting, you can only feel the meaning which remains hidden even to tha... More..
Pain is comedy. It's the expression of physical and mental abuse, turned inward- reshaped, realized. It's the blooming of the heart and shared belief, there is goodness to every tear dropped. It's the stone which is so absurd, the one which feels nothing, but rolls none the less. It's the waking to a day, where sun shines wh... More..
"Wrinkled paper" Have you not hands carved with experience pitted with prints wrinkled and old? Have you not a mind which has tossed away memories you thought meant nothing? Have you not intuition to know others stand in the future unarmed with knowledge to fight? Have you not eyes which guided you to these very words which ... More..
Here I am again- alone, I never said, there'd be more I've regretted every tear I've cried, until you came knockin on my door. It's the nighttime blues Sometimes I wonder if there's ever been more than you. Night time blues comes when you think you knew Never been one to complain always stopped to think when I behave lost my... More..
How many times have you thought, I'd love to get him this, but you thought he'd never wear it. You fall back on the why bother- it's not his taste. Its true many men are very particular what they like, after all there's a machismo to maintain, and the last thing one wants is to be fingered as "a softy". Again and again, wome... More..
The fighting existance beside another makes you search ever deeper for your fellow brother. When it gets to deep and argues inside, you never learn to abide. Individuality strength from beneath, pushes itself from joy to grief. Content ever lasting time ever brief, Today becomes tomorrow when it's stolen by a thief. More..
Poetry is the embodiment of the heart. For if the mind had control, it'd delete half of things we wish to say. Passion makes a poem. Passion about love- love of any various topic of conversation, and love as we know it cannot be controlled. The mind is the controlling element. It separates logic from passion. It finds a way ... More..
A poet need not know how to write a poem, or sing a song, but feel a word. It's the songwriter's best friend and the lyricist's truth. In idolizing songs of others, reading and listening to the stories of exploration by both people close to us, and distant, we gain a better understanding of the world. It's done through memor... More..
Titled: The Butcher and the Chef: Once classified by other women as a whore, She waits: For anyone. The butcher is first on the cutting block. With every blow by his instrument, Another sinew is sliced, Till in the end there are only tears. The cleaver: In the grip of a masculine hand coldly carves random flesh, for consumpt... More..
September 11th means so much to us as a nation. It was the day we suffered the worst tragedy in American history. It was a time we questioned our beliefs and how something so horrible could come to exist. Time erodes memories and although for some it'll never get better, those who were not directly effected may now look at i... More..
Stephen Roberts
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