Poetry Volumes

Asylum Smiles Poems

Maddening Circles

Kept by my own past, real or imagined,

Allowing it to ruin today.

Rather, I would live in silence of

My souls non decay

Away from those who would force their

Knowledge upon me.

All the while living to

Redeem

Myself run

Amuck.

Killing myself with

Attempted amends.

Ridiculously living for what I

Might get instead of simply

All I have to give.

Kindred followings of

Abscessed yesterdays

Reveal that freedom is in

My sowing rather than my

Access to the harvest.