Title-Less Poetry

Dive into the sea of my youth,

Where my tears run streams

Across my smile.

I am a an oppressed

Child on a cloudy day

That promises

No rain or relief,

From the heat of

Our time

On this lonely

Surface that

Bears our corruption

With stride

Never speaking

But weeping

Intensely inside.


Unwelcome Guests

Just wanted to try my luck a writing…………..I take criticism well.

Unwelcome Guests

Traveling through southeastern Europe My wife and I rented an old flat in the heart of a small town where we grew weary of the many tourist buses coming in and out on their way to the more popular sites.Read More »