Poet, Author, Speaker and Social Entrepreneur
What do I do?
When the sweet nectar
of your memory dissolves?
Could there be beauty in catastrophe?
A collision of wind and rain weaving through the air tonight. Our star fueled ambitions teasing through a neon haze.
Some nights I distill the foundations of my will,
Tracing the depths of this yearning to be of use.
A poem commemorating ten years since my father passed away.
All sparks extinguished.
Swallowed by brutal oceans.
Corpses by the shoreline.
A few of many.
Give me deliberate words,
not the hollow repetitions of the day,
abound with vacuous sentiment
and odious platitudes.
A reflection on the struggles of an activist.
I confessed eventually.
I know I am braver and wilder in my dreams….