Dream! Dream you

In the meadows and the fields!

Feel the winds of change

Pushing at your napes,

But stay tethered until you

Have enough faith–

Until a child’s breath guides you all and

You get carried away.

What is it you fear more–

The danger of not knowing

What comes next, or

The thought of all the things

You could be?

You are chattering teeth

In the mouth of a cowardly lion

An obstinate collection of weeds

In the garden of a reality

That’s constantly moving,

Moving around you when

It could be moving through you

If it weren’t for the chattering,

That fantastic chattering that makes

Action so much harder than

The safety of your wishing.

But, oh! Think of what you will achieve!

When at last you break away;

When at last it’s your time to fly and

You come parachuting down

Into this wondrous life!

You could bring a brilliant gold

To the Earth’s marvelous mane.

You could make any person happy

By simply carrying their name.

So, sit not in silence much longer

You fathomless florets of unbridled potential

In hopes for some gust to motivate

The world does not wait so instead

Have the courage to blow it away..


“Life in a Sandbox”

Again, first-draft. Feedback/comments appreciated.

“Life in a Sandbox”

Little red lights swimming
Through pale waves
A pair of shoes flickering
Like dying stars with each step
Falling upon infinite grains
Advertising the arrival
Of a hopeful child
Of a dazzling diamond in the sand

Child runs,
Shoelaces askew
Trips, presses his lips
To his fresh boo-boo.
For a moment a tear
Trickles from his eyes
But before it meets his cheeks
He’s already said goodbye.

No matter; his focus is strong
Child knows not to linger too long
The window of opportunity shutters itself
Whilst inaction opposes what you feel
Today he stands with angels
A stairway to the heavens, his perfect wealth
A serpentine scrap of steel

He wants to climb the ladder
He wants to test his fate
He wants to rise above
He wants to be great
Child waits his turn,
Dreams of the delights ahead
Oh, to fulfill his fantasies!
Oh, to live eternal amongst the dead!

Child glimpses a girl
Tentatively tiptoeing the brink
Afraid to descend
When a boy in black sneaks
Behind, thrusting her over the edge.
Mortified, she screams
The one in black laughs and
Swiftly flees the scene.

What is this strange feeling?
What so haunts my dreams?
Can it be there’s more to this
Then at first it seems?
I never knew the dangers
When only pleasure was to seek
From the valley I was fearless
But at the summit I’ve grown weak.

As his thoughts shuffled
His body continued climbing
And before he had time to contemplate
Child reached the top.
He was a bit relieved
He was utterly petrified
He was extremely ecstatic
It was his time to ride.

Child heard steps approaching
The child in black, he knew
An icy breath slithered down his neck
Not knowing what to do;
To beat the push to shove
Or to accept the force
The ends were unknown, yet
Unwavering was his course.

So Child sat and glided down
And left behind his restless frown
When he looked back upon a whim
He saw the child in black had joined him
Child laughed and knew his call
Was simply to enjoy his fall.
And he never noticed as he finished sinking
His light-up sneakers were no longer blinking.

Upon Green Butterfly Wings…

This is a first-draft. Only took me about 20 minutes to write and is not final. Might add more. Let me know what you think and kudos if you guessed what it’s about without looking at the tags.

“Upon Green Butterfly Wings”

My spine cascades across the linens
Anticipating respite in my fantasies
The soft slab accepts my head
I beckon you to pull me in.

Your green butterfly wings
Illuminate my dark quarters
Vapor trail of neon particles
Guiding me into the black

I can feel the satin of your skin
Your fingers brushing my temples.
Numbing me.
I can feel you coursing through my veins
Your potency drowning my consciousness
Thoughts escaping.
I can feel you in my heart
Halting this hypertension
I am yours.
I can taste you on my lips
Your kiss floods my synapses.
I want more.

I beg you to take me away
Fly me home with you
The world can wait.
But, you refuse. You are
Mine for tonight, but
You belong to the pitch—
To old Mr. Sandman.

When I awake in the morning
You’ll leave nothing but
A bad after-taste
Headache, dizziness, slight
Nausea, impaired coordination.
And a failing heart.
Until we meet next.
Until I can consume you again.

The Empty Spores

I had to write a poem based off of a mentor poem– using the same themes, structure, rhyme schemes, etc–  for a writing class. I chose TS Eliot’s “The Hollow Men” as my mentor poem, and came up with this. A huge thanks to my cousin Courtney for help with the ballet terms.

For T.S. Eliot and Courtney

“The Empty Spores”


We are the empty spores

We are the barren spores

Floating incessantly

Seedless, impotent, wreathed in fruitless labor. Oh!

Our songs fall silent in the draft, when

The inheritances we have left

Are stillborn roots and phantom limbs

That like ballerinas caught in death’s dance

Fret upon a stage without song or chance

And pirouette eternally in the wind


Motion without direction, canvas without paint

Imprisoned nomads, cause without effect;


They who have tip-toed through

Their final bows behind death’s closed curtains

View us—if we can be seen—not as ghosts

Of Evergreens that could have been, but only

As the empty spores

The barren spores.



Arabesques we dare not imitate

In death’s sky-lit auditorium

Burden our bodies not:

There, the spirals reveal

Tangled prisms scrawled upon infinite blue

There, are frail hands, pale upturned palms

Reaching for calcium in Heaven’s glow

Beggars pleading the stars for alms

Til they are fractured by Silent Disease

And their bones ground into snow.


Let us not be players

In death’s sky-lit auditorium

Let us keep

Our perfunctory shells

Sap-covered puffballs and flaking tumbleweeds

In the air

Always following the wind’s command

Never settling–


Not drifting unto the stage

In the cobalt auditorium



This is the specter’s ballroom

This is the castle in the sky

Here the piano’s melodies

Are played, here they sing

A caveat that upon Apollo’s wings doth fly

Neath the glimmer of Heaven’s glow.


Is this our fate

In death’s lofty auditorium

Drifting, we two whom

Timelessly when at last the sands have fallen

Peer through clouds of stained glass

And see no reflection is left to pass

Realizing then we’ll never bloom.



We see no arabesques

There are no arabesques here

In this river of fading light

In this diminishing stream

This ceasing chasm of extinguished glow.


In this final act upon the stage

We do our waltz

And stay in motion

Treading currents of wind that pull us in


Drowned, unless

We manage an arabesque

With fathomless grace, tiny dancers

Hold fast in the undertow

Of death’s sky-lit auditorium

The pose only

Of infertile spores.



Row, row, row your boat

Against the gravity

Mindlessly, mindlessly, mindlessly, mindlessly–

Life’s not what it seems.


Between the aspiration

And the result

Between inertia

And the end

Falls the process

For ours is the Light.

Between the demand

And the supply

Between the ingredient

And the product

Falls the process

The zephyr, it is forever.

Between the stimulus

And the reaction

Between the potential

And the actualization

Between the capacity

And the load

Falls the process

For ours is the Light.

For ours is,

The zephyr is,

Ours is the


This is how the ballet ends

This is how the ballet ends

This is how the ballet ends

Not with a curtsey but a fall.


In light of the tragedy in Baltimore in August 2012, I have written a song lyric. It is about a brave 17-year old named Daniel Borowy who was recently the victim of a random act of violence. I used it as the centerpiece for a multi-genre piece, and it won the Marjorie McLaughlin Folendorf award in 2013. Thankfully, he lived and appears to have recovered well, but that’s really just a silver lining. People, we need to wake up. We need to take action to make things better and be more positive. We are a country, we are brothers and sisters, and we do not need to be hurting eachother. I know people often claim we have crossed the line of “going too far” (especially in light of the incident in Aurora,CO), since messed up things happen every day, but this should be the final straw. I literally wept when I read his story, and if you haven’t looked it up, please take the time to do so and send positive thoughts his way. In case you haven’t caught on from my other lyric posts, the italicized portion is the chorus.


Danny boy, so full of joy

The wonder in his eyes

Came to school, feelin’ cool

Never knowing the surprise

That lay ahead, when he left his bed

To start another year

Of class, as he walked on past

Some stranger, a drinking peer.

Down the halls, he saw the walls

Littered with welcomes and bulletins

Humming a tune, to the lunch room

He went to meet his friends.

He took his seat, with the lunch meat

And milk upon his tray

If the label’s words were mockingbirds,

Maybe they could have tried to say:

Get up dear son, you’ve got to run

You’ve got to get away

Some careless words amongst the herds

Will ruin this perfect day.


A boy in need, a rotten seed

Will spoil the whole bunch

He’s lost his way, oh please get away

He wants more than your lunch.


Sittin’ there, his demeanor fair,

He waved and mouthed, “Hi.”

His closest friend on the other end

Never thought to say good-bye.

C’mon I mean, they were seventeen

The world held so much more

But then I guess, when minds get messed

Some things are too loud to ignore.

Then the stranger, the lone ranger

Reeking of vodka and blind hate with

Courage made of fire-water, led a lamb to the slaughter.

He chose Daniel’s fate.

With a bang Baltimore rang

Echoing a horrid fact

A boy with Down’s Syndrome began to foam,

A slug put through his back.

Get up dear son, you’ve got to run

You’ve got to get away

Some careless words amongst the herds

Will ruin this perfect day.


A boy in need, a rotten seed

Will spoil the whole bunch

He’s lost his way, oh please get away

He wants more than your lunch.


Hateful words can sting, and here’s the thing

Though they do not hurt like lead

If they can linger, then just a finger

Can leave a whole world dead.

This does not excuse the abuse

For actions speak the loudest but

If we wear the mask, then I must ask

Who is left the proudest?

When we refuse to see with empathy

How our actions affect our brothers

And our prospective friends find bitter ends

In the hands of their weeping mothers.

Dan, if you only can, stay awake my man

You will fight the good fight

You will live and grow, do not go

Gentle into that good night.

Yeah again, when the light pulls you in

You need to fight even harder

You’re a symbol of our need to rise above

We don’t need another martyr.

“The Locket”

RIP KP 1998-2009 I still miss ya buddy…  ❤

“The Locket”


Clench my fists, to protect the memory like a locket

That carries your heart vicariously through my struggles.

Don’t you know they belong to us both?

For when I am caught in the undertow, your kindness

Is what brings me safely to the surface

And I see your smiling face, never disappointed.


Little brother your eyes are gleaming, reflecting

The sand beneath your toes

And we tread the water and jump into the ocean

indifferent to where it goes.


Time is short and fleeting, but a ripple in the pond

That gently carries consciousness like lily pads.

Don’t you know that we’re all lost?

And when I saw you for the last time on that table

With serenity in your eyes, you kissed my cheek

As unafraid you found your way and said you’d wait for me.


Little brother, sleep with your eyes open

Welcoming the Earth as your new home-

The freest permanent arrangement

Where your child’s soul may roam.



Now I fight my way, memories all I have to fend off

Reason and judgment which haunt me so

Don’t you know the struggle? No?

Perhaps it’s too much to ask that you come back,

In fact it’s downright insane, nevermind.

I’ll just forgive you for leaving me behind.


Little brother, oh dear prince

I’ll spread your ashes off the coast

And of all the things you taught me

I’ll remember love the most

And when the waves take me away

I’ll know the path I never chose

Because we’ll float the same hand in hand

Indifferent to where it goes.

“Alliteration Aside”

“Alliteration Aside”

First & foremost, follow imposing inquisitions into

My melodramatic mind wherein wills were

Force-fed from hollow hearts

So selfish stances ran rampant, rudely recognized, relinquishing

Any and all ties to truly endeavoring emotions

Mistakenly marking maintained mishaps: Long-lost love.

Angel altering adolescent apathy, shaking like shingles

Enduring earthquakes, tried to tell truth, too trembling to

Be believed. Dropping down, descending,

decrees. Ushering ultimatums.

I impart ill-informed wisdom (whispers), being but infected idolatries

Fraught from feigned feelings.

Can’t comprehend: Cavalier carcass, an austere apparition,

Specter so somber having had life losing last light and so sight

Forgot frivolous forevers felt not noticing nothing past present

Then thought the revelation — rendering relationships but

Broken bonds. Believing not in inspirations ends enfold

Became burdened, buried beneath massive means.

Don’t dare damn dissent, dear! Drown distrust.

Deviations display darling differences, dissonance

Makes marvelous masks of mundane. Remembering roots

grow greatest going avidly apart, will wisely widen

Tree’s trunks to strengthen some similar base because

Life’s losses love being brought back around again.