REINCARNATION

IT IS TIME, TIME THAT THIS DORMANT BRAIN IS

ONCE AGAIN REINCARNATED FROM ITS SELF

SENTENCED INTERNMENT.

TIME FOR WORDS TO BEGIN AGAIN TO FLOW

INTO A STREAM OF PURE CLARITY TO

THE ERUDITE READER.

THUS THE POET WILL WITH EAGER PURPOSE

ENDEVER TO PAINT HIS WORDS WITH

INTENT TO PRODUCE REALITY.

A REALITY; NOT UNLIKE A DISTANT STAR,VISIBLE

BUT LACKING IT'S FINER DETAIL UNTIL THE

HEARTS DESIRE IS RESET.

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.