It’s kinda of hard, to go to sleep, after drinking some coffee!

Two tiny poems.

You ever wake up terrified, I have. And that’s why I wrote this one.

Sometimes, meaning finds nourishment in silent withdrawal and gives the moment its potential event..

Infused Visions of My Rain.

A visionary poem I wrote some time ago inspired by my experiances of mental illness.

A poem about the thoughts and images running through my head.

A visionary and prophetic poem I wrote some years ago.

A poem depicting the visions and feelings of a good man fighting violently for his life.

A confused man (Bial Lancasater) loses his wife to a terrible car accident that strangely seems familiar to him when he moves to Chicago and symbolic things reoccur.

Part one.