Oh... If I could sing your voice Back into my ears Oh... If I was the flame You wrap your body in Oh... If those eyes Assault-daggers in guise Soared separations this size Only my mind's dreams, My heart's

Cannot sleep Right Tearful blurred Sight Dried-up heart Tight Hit by dawn's Light Haunted by a Night The last, so fast Now past Left wanting Follow me to see more of my new work. Steemit, minds, or twitter

Poet's Note on "Roughly drug through thoughts" (thoughts of the poet on the poem linked to above) It can be a conflicting feeling when stuck in a cycle of thinking about a past or current lover.

Roughly Drug through thoughts Shearing Dripping lots Of plasma on the ground Soft beneath the sound Of a heart whose pulse was found. Now, gently does it hound A string less tightly wound Less throbbing

A woman plopped beside the banks of a lake. Her drunken thud near the anthill caused quite the earthquake. The attack roused the colony to signal-sound the alarm. Soon eight famous warriors fell upon her

Poet's note on Inside the wounded lair: Part 2 (Part 1 can be found here) In whatever scenario arises, how much we love on those around us through our words, thoughts, and deeds will determine the quality

Ah The pounding on my brain. It hurts, it thunders It roars, it sunders But my blood, my dear You bring Alive Follow me to see more of my new work. Steemit, minds, or twitter for new poetry Steemit, minds,

This poem's stage is set in the space of a fighting couple, its subject is the struggle of love in conflict, and its lesson is what can benefit and prevent these scenarios. The bear and lion represent

Pain collecting Not detecting Disrespecting Where Compassion would repair Exchanges reveal they care Inside the wounded lair Of the lion and the bear Follow me to see more of my new work. <a

This moment is a maze Zing of heart Through a haze A puzzle apart A craze Encryption unraveled In your gaze My love Words on the poem: It's wild and wonderful how much can seem unclear while life's events

State of Missouri Ohio on the mind Wishing to unwind Traumas The life-altering kind If the skies of Pulaski Could have heard Cloud-air whirred Condense still stirred Thoughts Perhaps They did

Transitioning roads Forks in the path Danger Opportunity The chance to grow in unity To build a home An empire To slog limbs loose of mire Intersections of our lives Transitioning roads Follow me to see

My favorite poet on twitter ( once said: "We're hallucinating inside the terrible yawn of nightmare." My reply-poem: It's a thought convincing Piercing But far from wincing That the hallelujahs

Every world is a world for dreamers of Dreams that change worlds... Inspiring A kiss beside the bloody blow of Bitter-biting reality Betwixt glimpses of sunsets Stars Wine-song, tears, and sweat. Sweet

(Last paragraph if you already want to get involved) Fellow freedom lovers of Arizona, If you've supported Adam Kokesh or other activists in the movement, then you've most likely already helped in making

Angel loved me like a meteor Blew my life wide open Then Set my world on course Apache loves me like a pond On fire In the clearing Of an epic Waiting With a plot to flood And overthrow

Breathing Healing Air-starved cells, the life of me Inhaling my future Exhaling a past A dance with shared molecules, Creation In every breath ~A.K. Askew

"If your lips were speaking to my neck, what would they say?" she asked. Desire Is this it? A taste of heaven? Come closer Closer still Melt into me I crave your taste Your warmth Your memory

Writing distractions being gone in prison You know...I often quipped that if I go to prison I’ll write a book. Thus implying I’ll have nothing else to do, all my distractions taken away from me, and that

High thoughts on hurt and regret It's funny how hard it is to forgive others (or yourself) sometimes. Especially difficult if you enjoy or care for the person you hurt or were hurt by. Not comical