The chivalrous still walk these streets. Nestled behind the droves of chauvinists. I promise a prince does exist. These picturesque descriptions, And limited depictions, Leave the mind to wander. Pondering

I'm trying to challenge myself to write more. I would like to reach out to the community for poetic ideas. It can be a simple thought, object or even a story that anyone would like poeticized. I apologize

My love for music came at a very early age. After years of asking for a drumset on Christmas' and birthdays. I was finally awarded my first guitar. I suppose drums were a bit loud for a 13 year old with

Tonight is the first time that I have the privilege. of seeing one of my favorite bands in the world. I cannot even put into words the excitement boiling deep within me. I plan to write a post show review

It's always a wonderful feeling seeing this many teams playing in a tournament. So many unfamiliar faces and friends in the same room, with one common goal is a beautiful thing. I love this sport!

As a cog in this wheel that is perpetually present in, one young man's, life.    The waking bells were not requested. For the evening was where he was needed.

"To prove that truth is merely more than what's been found and sensed. One must think of fortunes seldom thought as being worth time lent. They may lament the subtle semblance of a penance gone unspent,

Somewhere in this muttled mess, Of what one has, Reduced to its smallest fraction. Served to take a curve, That makes one swerve, These inherent laws of attraction. Apparent flaws at a glance. Could be

One of the other beautiful things about playing in an APA league is the fact that, roughly, 80% of the time one simply observes the matches in progress. Which helps to instill patience and focus in the

Roughly 4 1/2 years ago I joined a community known as the APA. The American Poolplayers Association. I figured it would be a fun way to meet other people that loved the game as much as myself. I had no

The life and times of merely a mortal, Do seldom lead to divinities portal, With choices and actions one can elude, The predestined paths and likely subdue, These demons and thoughts that serve to confuse,

Playing pool with some friends and we realized that my kitty was keeping the rack warm for us. She's so adorable.

What lies upon the minds of, These sheep set out to pasture? What defines yon vacant mine? So steeped in bounts of treasure. What is pleasure sans lament? But endeavors planned and missed. Don't ever scan

How oft upon our own backs, do these giants progress? How far doeth thine tunnel take thee, Beyond the path once harnessed? How tarnish be the souls of peons, And peasants alike, In the light of their