Masterpiece of Us

I want to write words that paint the most perfect picture One that would show you exactly who I am Who you are What we could be together I want it perfectly drawn what I am without you And then again Who I become when your light is added to my darkness There would be […]

Don’t Brush Your Hair

Fuck this. And fuck the world. She violently pulled the brush through her long wild hair in one last attempt to tame it. Fuck it all to hell. But isn’t this what you do? You make yourself presentable. Put on matching clothes that say, ‘I’m not a slob but I’m also not so vain as […]

Bloom

He’s water to her soul Perhaps she’s become Dry, desiccated, wilted but His love is changing all that There’s life returning to veins closed up Unused roots swelling Energetic synergy of twinned loves Liquid pulsing Dew drops of his love rain down upon her Gently rest upon her petals She’s absorbing him Slowly opening herself […]

Coming 01 December…

Recently my friend and fellow writer, Spiral Artist, inspired something in me. He wrote a poem the other day that used my blog title “Raw Earth Ink” as a ‘prompt’ of sorts. This got me thinking… Thanksgiving, a time we set aside to give thanks for what we have, has just passed while Christmas, a […]

A Heavy Metal Love Story

During the yearly music festival, it can get wild out here. Especially during the guitar-screaming, bass-pounding, throat-numbing heavy metal days… or should I say nights? Everywhere you look there’s leather and jeans, long hair and tits. Boots and beer. Inked flesh and pierced skin. This year was no exception and was turning out to be […]

Dreams Eternal

Dreams only dreams Carry me away Become my realities If I sleep and you don’t Or you sleep while I wake Is one better than the other? I dream vivid dreams Waking dreams Dreams eternal I dream for both of us Living dreams Dreams for sharing I dream of you and me Lovely dreams Dreams […]

Ol’ Moe – A Short Story Collaboration

Working with Nitin at Fighting the dying light was quite the trip. He zigged, I zagged, and somehow Moe’s tragic tale was woven. Hang on to your hats…. Every day was much the same. Day in, day out. He sat upon his doorstep, his thin, deeply tanned naked arms resting on his knobby knees. Knees […]

Just Perhaps

Maybe you’re right Maybe I am scared Maybe I’m afraid to be happy Maybe I hide behind these lines Maybe I can’t see any other way Maybe I should learn to be brave Maybe I should get on that plane Maybe I should meet you for lunch Maybe Just maybe Maybe I can see possibilities […]