Most magnificent and terrifying, standing at the precipice of death, giving birth to new life: the ultimate gift, the ultimate sacrifice

Coney Island will never be as beautiful as the day I buried my heart in the sand, running fearlessly into icy waters 

Don't we make Love rich? We who love recklessly and uninhibitedly, intense and yet vulnerable, we who are shameless: our naked beating...

Like an asteroid colliding into our lives, knocking us out of circular paths, shaking us vigorously... Awoken, we open our eyes. Will we...

I tread on the suspense of not knowing, the bittersweet...My infinitely impatient nature remains outwardly still and frozen, unable to open

I look at you and I see Home, no embellishment needed. No fantasy, you are reality. You are gravity holding me tightly, you are Truth...

Awoken from a decade long slumber with the sobering realization that everything I thought mattered could disappear in an instant, that I...

We built a home brick by brick...Our blood and tears cemented into the foundations of this Home which even in ruin will stand the tests...

When all's said and done over a lifetime of years, all that's left is love

Freedom. I have been chasing after her for more than a decade. She is as elusive and mysterious as she is entrancing

I’ve been caught by a strange Catch-22, a malfunction of the psyche. I have everything I’ve always wanted, yet I long for the past...

Palaces of the dead crumbling under the forces of Mother Nature until their names have fallen off their mausoleums, white paint turned...

I feel no greater peace than walking among the dead, treading above bones deep in the ground laid to rest in the arms of Mother Earth...

Coming to the South I wonder, where did all the stories go? Like a giant library the marsh mud holds legends of old times, the trees...

to the grammar police with there cues and peas holding onto the past the world moves to fast but you cant stop change or cultural...

Sunshine feels like warm arms outstretched: embrace; warm breath of life; fuzzy hug... melting into calm, the feeling of safety...

Rare is the moment: sit and stare. White crescent moon smiles, sunny blue sky, the whole world melts away... it's just moon and me...

For the ghost who haunts my dreams, pale and skinny emo...the guy who looks like me, White Man, you are the part of me I hate the most...

For the man who has learned to lie so well that he convinced even himself that he doesn’t care. A poem for the man who doesn’t have the...

He said if growing up means giving up, then I’d rather stay a child seeing a world full of beauty, hoping for the future...