Poetry, spoken word, maybe even general musings about my life or my observations about the world and beyond. I find that when I write a poem a day it's like therapy for my soul. Being a performance artist and a lone wolf, it's nice to know someone out there reads them, makes me feel acknowledged, maybe it even touches you and makes you think.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Erosion
Erosive waiting wears away thin husks of hope
Erosive doubt rusting my cavernous mind
Erosive thinking peels away paint from
my masterpiece cracking the canvas stunting the flow
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