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. …

We are Gravity — It has been said before that amidst chaos we create order though we tend to want war more we suffer no greater disorder than not knowing of our course which is, of course, made-to-order, for you see, let us take gravity as the source of our discourse: I bounce more…

Surrender to Our Emotions — If we are to call ourselves poets and mean it, then we must surrender to the emotions that seemingly hold us prisoner, they must become our salvation — our delivery from ourselves. In our moments of ecstasy, when we become sharpened and reduced to a state of super-cosmic bliss, we find ourselves finding what…

I Became Aware of My Surroundings but Never Myself — I know, upon simple reflection, that I’ve devoted my adult life to self-reflection. Most of my writing is from my perspective. I do this for a number of reasons, which are obvious to me, but some I’ve recently uncovered. I know that the first and seemingly primary reason for so…

What I’ve Learned: Only Words Survive — There will come a time when my words no longer rhyme, when in fact, they’ll no longer be mine, and there will come a time when it will be time for me to shake the hand of the Collector of Sand to turn back my borrowed life. I cannot say…

Words That Matter — Words ought come with warnings to make their powers known, for are those who wield them as weary as those dead to speech have grown? What can or should be said when one is called to weave a tale — though truly, also noted duly, what words are wise enough to prevail…