Whisper of the Mind

Her pocket is filled with money that jingles And none that folds I.O.Us stack high in her savings account Her wallet is padded with due dates Bleeding red with urgency She closes her eyes And need yells her name Her mind searches for the power button To shut down the bane of her existence She…

B.S. Degree

Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days That’s how long it to you to get to that chair That chair in the gym usually commandeered for Basketball Games Or that auditorium mostly occupied for concerts by whichever pop princess comes to town Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days You rose before the sun Wolfed…

Your Calling

It’s the answer to the age-old question, “Why am I here?” In this place, In this century, In this period, At this time. It guides you If you don’t have it your life will be without Without purpose, Without meaning, Void You need it. If you want to admit it or not As the time…