26 January, 2011

Sum It Up

This poem is from my "Open Your Mind" collection and is the first, the very first poem I wrote when I buckled down and took writing poetry very seriously. "Sum It Up" is very self explanatory and I still remember to the day when I wrote it. I was working with my dad (10 years ago give or take a year) at an on-site job, it felt like it just spilled out of me and ever since that day I have an easier time writing at work (sporadically). I hope you enjoy, but remember this was a long time ago and I was without faith.

Sum It Up
Sheltered emotion, fragile soul
Timid potion, elaborate goal
Grasping knowledge, searching mind
Unselfish pledge, combustibly kind
Innocent gaze, pessimistic trust
Tensions procrastinate, active stress
Suicide debate, appreciate caress
Haunting illusions, crocodile smile
Everyday confusions, conscience on trial
Devoted loyalty, constantly irate
Non-deserving royalty, looks penetrate
Born considerate, dying inside
Survival illiterate, nowhere to hide…

25 January, 2011

Favorite Movie?

Favorite movie…I don’t think I have a sole favorite movie, more like movies. In no specific order I would say (besides the “R” rating for most of these) “Finding Forrester” (Sean Connery, Rob Brown), “The Big Lebowski” (Jeff Bridges, John Goodman), “Wedding Crashers” (Vince Vaughn, Owen Wilson), “The Hangover” (Bradley Cooper, Ed Helms) and probably the new Batman’s (Christian Bale, Michael Caine). I don’t agree with the a lot of the swearing or violence in most of these movies, but they are just “movies” to me anyway. So, how about you?

23 January, 2011

19 January, 2011


This poem is dear to me (more than others). I know I should write more about God, but at times I feel like whatever I do write will never be able to justify what He really means to me (or anyone else for that matter). "Sanctuary" is from my Gray Matters collection, I hope you enjoy it. And Karen you're right about the perspire and saliva lines.


A stolid android devoid of a soul
seeking refuge from this common disease.
Seizing scraps of hope with vapid control
piece by piece pierced and fleeced, peace father please.
The rigors of life sometimes overwhelm
and stress is too resilient to outrun.
Taking residency in Satan’s realm
temptation leads us away from the Son.

Will you will you be my sanctuary
and fill up the barren wasteland within?
Will you will you be my sanctuary?
I ask, but yet I continue to sin.

I’ve been a spiritual pariah
for far too long I’ve trespassed in protest.
I pray and plead, forgive me Messiah!
Grant me shelter from eternal unrest.
Kept preserved in an internal standstill
thirsting asylum under the Lords grace.
Emptiness consists as a vast landfill
entrenched and traced to a despondent place.

Will you will you be my sanctuary
and fill up the barren wasteland within?
Will you will you be my sanctuary?
I ask, but yet I continue to sin.

Cleanse me from these embedded shards of hate
life’s ills can manifest beside sorrow.
Counter balance the wicked and vile weight
and save my foul soul from the woe below.
Inside the haven of the Lord’s favor
loving kindness is the reprieved decree.
To be one with the Savior I’d savor
take all my flaws and wash me in mercy.

Will you will you be my sanctuary
and fill up the barren wasteland within?
Will you will you be my sanctuary?
I ask, but yet I continue to sin.

And all this time I’ve been blindly inane
God is the answer to all our questions.
When there’s nothing else left, He will remain
to forgive us for all our transgressions.

Will you will you be my sanctuary
and fill up the barren wasteland within?
Will you will you be my sanctuary?
I ask, but yet I continue to sin.

Will you will you be my sanctuary?
Will you will you be?

17 January, 2011

Happy Birthday Brandy Pasquale!

I’m back from my bout with the flu (still not 100%) and let me tell you, (as many of you probably know) the flu sucks! I felt like rolling into a ball and tucking myself away until the coast was clear (or I felt better). I honestly felt like a helpless boy. I missed Wednesday’s new poem last week so to make up for it I attached it here. “Just Looking Out A Window” is from my Open Your Mind collection of poems (a golden oldie). And as you read from the title yes, it’s my wife’s birthday today so as a special treat I included one of the several poems I’ve written to her. This one is called “Unconditional” from The Dim Light collection, enjoy.

Just Looking Out a Window
Just looking out a window.
Mellow blissfulness erupts off the glass,
distinct colored tints act incognito
to their ideally placed surroundings.
This sight is a prominent premium,
getting tipsy off natural beauty.
All if any, problems seem to dissolve.
From this occurrence, I feel confident.

Just looking out a window.
Each view resembles a kaleidoscope,
a dispersed colorful spectrum display.
My body’s standing still as is the world
perceived to be boundless for the moment.
Who knows the proposed course of this movement?
Nature’s gesture might be temporary
but overall, it’s a heartfelt privilege.

Just looking out a window.

When I first laid my eyes upon your face
the world stopped and was indeed unaware.
That a true love had just grazed the surface
and together we would become a pair.
I burn for your love and that flame makes fire
never have I nor would I ever cheat.
My devotion for you will not perspire;
I control the saliva I secrete.
We do enjoy each other’s company,
but we shouldn’t take for granted the time.
I’m overjoyed when you accompany
all the obstacles we decide to climb.

You’re my relief and I love you so much,
we’ll rise above adversity as one.
As we express a passionate embrace,
I revolve around you, you light the sun.
I beckon you to stay with me tonight
because I get lonely here without you.
Please, my love for you I want to recite
together, there’s nothing we can’t get through.
You insatiably mean so much to me,
how can I find the right ways to explain?
I’d die providing that you would live free
and give up everything to bare my name.

My arms are the bridge you travel across
making sure all of your journeys are safe.
I’ll hold until my foundation crumbles
or until you’ve lost in me all your faith.
Because you can count on me to be there
through the salvages of the thick and thin.
Just be sure to let me know when and where
so if that day comes, my quest can begin.
You’re my stable rock that keeps me grounded,
you stand out from an individual.
With your feel, my sharp edges are rounded;
my love for you is unconditional.

10 January, 2011

Favorite Writer/Poet/Philosopher

Who is the one writer/poet/philosopher you enjoy reading the most? Obviously there's favorites like Shakespeare, Twain, Tolstoy, Dickens, King, Plato, Hemingway on the majority of people's lists. Mine is Edgar Allen Poe. How about you?

05 January, 2011


This poem is from my "The Dim Light" collection and it certainly was not tranquil to write. But I was happy with it when I was done (which doesn't happen a lot). I hope you enjoy!

The steady rain falls downward from the cumulus
saturating everything, the rain drops persist.
Each make there own impact, but stay anonymous.

The wide-open spaces expose no such resist
only cover contests its free fall plummeting.
But their vertical stampede show they do exist.

An acid wash you’ll still feel while maneuvering,
feeling wet with the coldness creates a quiver
and lightning purges the sky which is thundering.

Patience alone won’t stop an adjourning river.
Deserving Earth gets itself a refreshing drink
as a serene cloudburst delivers a shiver.

Through time the hate-filled boats will eventually sink.
Blissfully soothing are the showers of April,
they broaden and cultivate instances to think.

Each splash is important as the last will fulfill.
Bits of water scatter and spray in succession
so much commotion, yet everything else is still.

Puddles of precipitation leave impressions
as aqua pellets burst with clatter of landing.
To drench and soak anything is their intention.

In this world where it seems life is too demanding,
the atmosphere’s condensed medley feels so tranquil.
And now I see with a better understanding.

04 January, 2011

Happy belated birthday Sherry LeGarda!!!

This goes out to one of my best friend's daughter...Sherry LeGarda. Happy belated birthday and I am still waiting for you to become a "follower". God bless.

03 January, 2011

Dream Job

What would you consider to be your dream job? What is the one job/thing you love doing more than anything else in the world? Obviously mine would be writing for a living whether it'd be for children or for readers of poetry. How about you?