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I am a New York based, New Orleans born poet, lyracist, and otherwise creative writer. I began writing, as best I can remember, about 22 years ago. What began as a fling with poetry has burgeoned into a lasting marriage with words. I am also member of the

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Truth: 34 of 194

TRUTH HURTS We close our eyes and shield ourselves in lies as time slips by. Our seeds concede that crime pays. These days, no one is amazed when guns blaze and sunrays give way to moonbeams bringing streams of red where dreams are dead and heads are split for threads and kicks. A junkie's fix, a deadly mix, we're stuck with...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 163 of 464

Life's Challenge Sometimes it's hard for me to find the strength that's up inside of me the thirst that first inspired me to be a writer, see, life has a funny way of throwin curves especially when it comes to doing you and getting yours nobody likes to see you smile when their lights are dim they're lookin at you foul when ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 90 of 242

I can't sleep, I'm restless and wired. My thoughts run too deep. They hold and control me, keep me from rest, too much hate, too much anger, angst and distress. We are blessed right? This hunger, this thirst, this search for self worth, this gift in a curse, this maze in my mind, this flesh that confines, this limit, this fr...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 196 of 517

The world is much too large for me and time too short. In the confusion, I question all paths equally as thirst consumes my being. But for what do I search? Answers are nothing more than questions. Questions are never ending and knowledge unveils painful truth more often than satisfaction. Is not the meaning of life life its...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 450 of 596

PANORAMIC People have a tendancy to look with their eyes closed and suppose they are seeing a true being yet only perceive the machine that serves as the vehicle of the soul blindly mistaking the physical shell as the whole inturn confusing the goal with golden calfs travelling lost paths wielding staffs woven with weak inte...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 558 of 718

Her rivers are blue but I can't swim her waters call me beckon me in like a wave that ripples beneath my skin restrained by choice restricted by conviction her earth is green and nurtures life with fruit so sweet but I can't bite I've often wept within her shade it changes nothing my bed is made her skys are wide and full of...
Creative Writing > Poetry Best love poems: 440 of 506

New Orleans I love beats New Orleans city streets the pulse of a city alive with heat hunger and history it's no mystery to me why so many flock to a city that never sleeps where poetry is still deep thirty feet below the sea a southern sanctuary for creativity where free spirited minds can grow despite the negative flow whe...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dancing: 134 of 136

On a wave of harmonic energy she moves as if this dance began long ago the rhythm seduces her careening her curves caressing her spine she responds to the slightest touch relentlessly riding the rhythm with every twist of her hips she is the rhythm and her music seduces me - The Dance
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 492 of 494

WAR (Prelude) We were stolen from our sands and dealt a bad hand in these badlands followed demands or blood ran thick like molasses thirty lashes burning our ancestors to ashes these fascists persist to exsist no longer the crack of the whip but clack of the clip to keep us on tip they kept us in top conditon while they're ...