All of my work — agod — Welcome to the Library of Me. Bookmark & Browse at your leisure. Thank you for visiting. Have an amazing day! If you are short on time, here is a list of my favorite pieces. I Become You And So I Write Unnumbered Sheep Dreaming of Bookshelves Touch Me I Want to Be A Moment of Peace What is Poetry? I Will Run The Devil’s…

THE MANY WAYS OF MY WHY — And so I write… When the world sleeps whether actually or in my mind where only quiet exists so that I can finally hear the sound of the knock of the ones who deliver the words from worlds I only know when I am still. And so I write… To free…

from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets I remember your smell from before I knew you. The taste of our first kiss was something I recalled, like a distant memory. When you touch me it’s as if I’m awake for the first time free to live all the dreams I have collected, like finding a…

The Sandman is on Vacation — I haven’t slept for days… My thoughts are soft swirls of purple haze. In the middle, a minotaur, minding a maze. Within a labyrinth of many ways, I rage at the mirror that reflects my gaze. Tired torpedoes fall silently still As attacks become naps of necessity’s thrill. Energy arrives late, completely…

WRITE BECAUSE YOU CAN — I needed to write so I pleaded my rights to those who hold throne of words left alone at home with no one to look to or hear or to talk to with no one to call their name so what then do they do but gather all round and come all together and make all the sounds…

3 a.m. poetry — Each day we must die for each day that we live for how much does life weigh when measured as a metric? Tricks of the mind or rather treats for the soul tell time then to gather her bags to bestow. Now to sweet sleep my friend I must go. I die from my waking and surrender my soul. To the far…

Capturing Eternity — I feel the throb of the blood in your veins as they swell proudly on full display waiting to be plucked with new pulse this impulse is properly fucked let the words untuck your locked away luck draw me a map with your breath to show me where to kiss the bliss of your little death a moment I cannot resist to miss…

Words, Magic, Thoughts, we’ve got some of those — poemish — Where do words come from truly? Where do they become the magic that they are — have they always been that way or is it when they are wanted that they arrive and await order, and from chaos they command us to quit for what it is we wait? What…

Life, right now, in all the Universe, here we are — I live happy and I live free because I’ve spent my life breaking the chains that were born with my wrists And here where I find myself Haughty and able to reflect, I do direct my first gaze inward And chuckle aloud for now I see — the final chain is life itself for we are entwined in the…