Shooting Star

Sitting in the Presidential, Soaking up sweat in these satin sheets. The smell of honey, Craving sweet nectar. These days seem so blue, Open the window and gaze upon the view. Streets lights, Give me the green light and I’ll go. To a place you’ve never been before, Shopping down rodeo drive. Laughing it up…

Drudge

Trapped in a pit of despair, Where character is drawn with permanent ink. Words written with a deceptive voice. Self centered insecure choice. The board has been set in stone, Yet the pieces tend to change. There’s no clear motive, Black and white doesn’t sound the same. Vision has been blurred, Contemplating your own self…

Indigenous

A poem inspired by the work of a television film called “The Stand”.