At the Request of my Dearest Dara…

I am writing… As many of you know, I am in a serious relationship with Dara Robertson, AKA the Love of my Life. Due to the fact that my blog has not been updated in quite some time, she has been slightly to severely disappointed that she can no longer read new material from my…

I miss you buddy.

This wonderful man allowed the world to love and appreciate the simple things. I have looked up to and learned from him in many ways, as he has been a silent inspiration in my personal life. This simple poem was written by Jimmy Stewart in loving memory of a long time companion. This is something…

The Mocking Ore

Streaking stripes arrest my gaze. They lie stagnant; motionless; silent. Bleached blocks fill their chasms with void space. Tall walls of brick build boundaries to contain the great nothing. Triplet tunnels table-torn mine relief from The Mocking Ore. “Fill me. Fight me! Leave me or line me. Stain me. Sign me. Flee me or find thee!” -this is the tone that…

To My Old Door Mat

You are severely unappreciated. Your folds and crevasses are now worn and lumpy. Your original crisp form is now crimped and creased. You have been stepped on, scuffed up and sullied by the nasties of this world. You’ve been pushed into corners and trapped against walls by the harsh door you are so eternally married…

On Being Used

At what point do I draw the line? When can I say “enough is enough?” I am too unselfish. I am used I am too forgiving. I am taken advantage of. I am my father’s child. What would he do? When would he call it quits, pull up anchor and leave? I am my Father’s…

Your Smell Lingers (unwanted)

your smell fills my mind with disgust. it squeezes my throat till I cough, wishing to forget your revolting memory. i cant cleanse the room; i cant rid my heart of your smell. i cant spit you out. i cant cover you up with a fine fragrance. you linger here- unwanted and relentless. my mind…