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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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Relationships & Family > Love & Lust How to make your partner love you again: 2 of 19
There is no answer to this topic, and there should not be one. If you truly love someone then you understand that you cannot "make" them do anything. While it is true that we should be respectful, appreciative, faithful, and honest; none of this can guarantee love. Throughout life, people experience, grow, and change. This i... More..
Politics, News & Issues > Constitutional & Contract Law Owning a gun: 5 of 42
The right to bear arms was originally given to U.S. citizens to protect against unfair governing. {written into the constitution} While I do not particularlly care for guns, I am of the opinion that if the predator has access; the prey must have access too. I think one of the more important problems with guns is controlling ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Truth: 34 of 215
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Abstract poems: 95 of 576
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The power of positive living: 15 of 43
Pondering the question of life how we are living everyone is taking and recieving no one is giving and believing it's decieving but me I'm retrieving the hold on my soul I have no desire to grow old being cold humanity infected nolonger conected creator rejected mother earth disrespected we remain so detached but we're all s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Angels: 93 of 263
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... More..
Entertainment > Music Education The decomposition of music and its death throes of ruin and mockery: 3 of 6
While I share the sentiment relayed in this topic, I was completely horrified at reading the obviously uneducated and unfounded attack on "rap" music. Let me begin by saying that we, who nurture and live within the culture, refer to it as Hip Hop. I have been a lyricist and emcee for 15 years. As a child I witnessed it's bir... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 285 of 505
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 ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Spiritual: 478 of 655
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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 582 of 784
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... More..