My Poetry

Poetry reminds me of Spirituality

A way to express how free we can be

Speaking of a man Higher than I

Or simply the way I experience a night sky

I love to go dark and I love to go deep

Expressing emotions, depressing to me

Sometimes its scary, sometimes its sweet

A mass of writing bleeding a sea.

I’LL describe the moment of sitting in the breeze

Under a brick entrance, watching the trees

Hearing the cars and laughter in the distance

Nothing more blissful in this very instance

Nothing more deserving 

I hope that you’ll agree

Natural poetry,

Real poetry to me.