poetry

star light star right

star light star right

never lose sight 

of that sheath of you 

that glitter gold 

beyond any others rainbow dreams 

keep to your light

that slip and slide ride that shall collide 

over and over if you feed it the peanuts 

from someone else’s parade 

find your tide 

slow the breeze 

drink that sun 

steal that moon

alphabetize your stars

run baby run 

evolve

evolve

I captured this image in Charlottesville, Virginia not long after the incidents that rocked our nation happened here. Upon walking the streets of the downtown area it was beautifully apparent that hope was very much prevalent by way of street art that the city encouraged youth to participate in. I liken this image “evolve” as when I came upon its view it spoke of change, of growth of life eternal.

sabatoge

sabatoge

that claiming cycle

of all that’s known

that quick fix

no thoughts of a future

no hand your way

stuck in a rhythm

of the now

daring you to think

outside a box

be this you

beyond the gen pop

*this piece was inspired by way of my work in the judicial system seeing the roadblocks that many of our youth are faced with due to culture and society.

staircase

staircase

climb with me

one step at a time

upon mossy walls that shan’t collide

with dreams this way find

this image was taken at the site of what remains of the Rosewell Plantation circa 1725. Capturing mother nature swallowing back what belongs to her has always been alluring to my lens. Finding the beauty and being tickled by the wind carrying remnants of life left behind inspires poetry.

sweet surrender

sweet surrender

flowers and butterflies

…and other things that sate my soul

this image was taken in the summer of 2018 along the gardens of Thomas Jefferson’s home Monticello. Within the gardens many different varieties of flowers native from different parts of the country thrive. Many, like this flower, the cockscomb, captivated my senses with its unique shape and equally unique name.

exhale

exhale

the words take breath along her secret scroll

as moon gods sip soothingly upon a gorged soul

 

fermenting the chaos from a thousand eyes of day

til darkness hushes all, hearkening but one pair to stay

 

waning the tides of dark and of bright

battling there in eyes swelled in the stillness of night

 

trimming quite reluctantly unkept thoughts to the quick

burning burning burning down to midnight’s wick

 

all as moon gods unfold a heart’s silken stole

for words to take breath along her secret scroll