Poets of New England

This will be a first for me. One of my pieces titled “not all but most,” will be published in the poets of New England available on Amazon for purchase. In a few months will also be available in some book stores.

My next step is to put a book together of selected pieces and hopefully have published through “underground writers association who works with indie publishing.”

I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone for their continued encouragement. For sticking with me.

I consider this moment to be yours as much as it is my moment…


Politicians will be fine

You’ll never see a politician in the food pantry.

You’ll never see a politician ration food for medication.

You’ll never see a politician boil water to bathe because they can’t afford the bill.

You’ll never see a politician walk to work because they don’t have the money to fix their breaks on the car.

You’ll never see a politician live out of their car, shower at the YMCA and head to work.

You’ll never see the child of a politician skip a meal because there’s not enough money.

Every politician will spend your money while holding their own.

Politicians will never work into their 70’s because they can’t afford to retire but you will.

You’ll never see a politician live under the same burdens they place on you.



“The pale of life hold the most color.”

Not all wars are visible

the paled battles are the most vicious.

Not all tears reach the ground

some turn into rain drops

watering the earth.

Hunger is gray begins in overfeeding

turns the stomach into poverty.

Most voices are poor,

turned into paintings

sold as art to the highest bidder.

Faith can be empty and full of self righteousness ignorant to the capabilities of a lower nature,

Oh blind of heart

bleached of sight

do you not know?

every leaf falls to the ground and must wither that the tree continue to grow.

The pale of life hold the most color,

unaffected by the rising tides

never to wither

finds growth in the storm

changing her seasons.

The mirror always looks back

The mirror always looks back..

There are some things you never forget, the mirror always looks back.

The sound of empty rain drops hitting a tin roof.

The wild flower that had died the moment she was touched.

The sound of the old mans empty breath as he stands at the bus stop.

The stance of the young who have life figured out and the eyes of the old, grasping to still understand what life and humanity have become.

The youth will speak of humanities warmth and the old will show you the coldness.

Realizing everyone is as loyal as they are disloyal and you are no different.

The music to a song that no longer has lyrics.

That moment you look in the mirror and see yourself staring back.

The warmth of the moon and the coldness of the sun.

Being attracted to the storm.

Waking up to sleep again.

The unspeakable peace when all is chaos around you.

The unspeakable chaos when all is peaceful around you.

Being lost to yourself.

People make love and relationships meaningless, love and relationships cannot corrupt themselves.

When heartache saved you and love destroyed you.

When the night shone as the day and the day resembled the night.

Envying the freedom of a bird.

You wake on day and understand, you have placed more chains on yourself more then anyone else has.

Real poetry is graffiti.

You will beg to remember while forgetting.

The mirror always looks back…

Spartacus wannabes

Bull*** I am Spartacus wannabes…

This is supposed to be about we the people

not we the ruling classes.

This isn’t about doing what’s right but has become about taking any issue trending and using that to sway for votes and power.

This is about regaining power, gaining the majority in the house so one party can rule over the other.

Both political parties are looking for their “I am Spartacus” moments, using the accused and the accuser.

Gropers speaking out against the accused…really?!

All the sudden everyone gives a crap about corruption, corruption both parties have lived off of for years and both have created.

All the sudden everyone gives a crap about sexual assault/abuse within powerful circles and yet every single one of them have swept years of abuse under the rug but now everyone wants to be Spartacus and speak out against abuse.

All of the sudden everyone gives a crap about the corruption and injustice that has destroyed the lives of many Americans and created a new class of working poor, any injustices committed towards ppl of color and how all these politicians are sick of it?!

They only care now because it is affecting their power.

They are now speaking out against tribalism, a tribalism they created.