Some of my thoughts and what I remembered about my dad and mother in my very early years.

Madness of Love

This is a poem I dedicated to a dear friend in South Africa. A true fighter and one who stood up for herself against all odds. I am so proud of her as a mother and fighter of abuse. She is a creative writer and very dedicated to her amazing craft.

A Bird on the Wire

My observations of people in power, people who control others, people who hurt.

Rippled Faces

This is a poem brought to the surface from my past. We lived in fear each day, we watched as two adults tore each other apart both physically and mentally. We the children suffered.

Some Days Were Diamond

This piece came to me one night as I struggle with some personal issues.

Mask Of Madness

A poem remembering the sadness that lived behind this door.

This Door

This is a poem remembering my last visit and conversation with my father at the hospital he died in.

I Still Can't Say Goodbye

I remember when the nights were cold and the ladies warmed my soul. I entered knowing that I would spend and be entertained by the ladies of the pole.

A Watcher In The Night

My Romance

The Walker

I am a poet who scribes about his life experiences. I also can be found FB, Twitter and of course my own website. I write poetry and short stories and enjoy meeting kindred spirits and fellow writers.  I've also joined the newest social site Tsu and can be found there, I've added the link.




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