sometimes you inspire yourself. be real with yourself. this is where I am.


deep in the cage


my heart thumped, I felt weak,
and fell to my knees, awe struck,
that I could preach autonomy,
how fragile I am, without God.

I fear to speak, to say my feelings,
for what they’ll do to spite me,
I cannot help what I am, a frail man,
seeking refuge, in my Lord.

on days like this, I understand,
what brings us men, nearer to Him,
that love between a boy and his mother,
that compassion towards another.

what is that barrier, keeping men,
from returning to their lawful creator,
but a case of anger, a cold arrogance,
a sickness without medicine.

in the garden

The wonders of life lie in mysteries unearthed.

But only by true spirits, with hearts unfurled,

can they be found.

This place of heaven, this feeling of bliss,

If only it could last forever.

Maybe then, I would be still,

Caught with the world in a trance.

Like winter days, when we would dance,

In dark affairs, and sweet romance,

Between the trees, the sheets of man,

Nature, and spirit.

White Feathers

Your veil makes you that much more,

Attractive to my inner yearnings,

Oh how I wish that I could be,

Underneath that cotton surface

covering your head, tracing along your hair,

Down your arched spine.

I see you in my dreams,

Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,

Your olive skin against them,

Drowning in a pool of white feathers;

They fall from my pillowcases,

Into the nakedness between your thighs.