Lust For Words

I am never free from this urge to create. I wake up everyday, eager to make something known to the blanks spaces around me. My old notebook with its broken spine is often my first victim, the pages on my laptop the second, the third is the open stretch of air I rarely get a … Continue reading Lust For Words

Recognition

The silent cheers sicken me, my presence denied I hope that scope and seasoning embellish my mind Augment my arsenal and war my disdain In the chambers of neigh Sayers let boredom sustain. The lack of skill and timing tortures my dream From ambition and destination I'm caught in between. Maybe in time ill dance … Continue reading Recognition