Time is something freely spent by all
Valued by few, true cost know by none
I let it slip thru my grasping hand
To be wasted worried about how to spend it
Each moment lost to pointless thought
I can see each moment fleeting away.

The Summer Lady and Prince

Flaxen hair blow in the breeze
Graced our town this lovely fair
She walk to and frow all the day
Seeking her Champion in each field
To Reward with favor, lovely and fair.

Her Summer Prince watches all
to keep the games free of
Winters chilled touch in mortal toil.
The strength of Spring in arm and spell
Keeps safe the town till festival end.

Winter Court sends two princes
And a handful of Red Caps
to vex and offer rewards for
Deeps dangerous and challenging
Twisted Rewards for Twisted minds.

A Word

A scrap of an idea I wrote down a while ago,

What can a word do you ask? A word can spark an argument, change your mind, create an idea, start a revolutions, reveal the truth. What is more powerful then the right word spoken. It is my hope that you find this and add to it pass it on and learn from what is contained within.

Untitled/unfinished

Our new poet laureate use their mic in place of pen
Scratched records and jumping beat in place of blank page
Reappers, DJs, Spinnders of the Hip-Hop Tunes
The prose has become that of the language of the street
Drugs, Death ever present in the hands of gangsters
Ballads of their life, full of bitches and hoes.