I write poems to express the truth of my soul.
It is a language of the unseen, dissolving the boundary between the inner and outer world.
Poetry is a catalyst for awakening, transformation, and communion with the divine.
Here are five of my favorite poems I’ve written over the past several years, ones that give a glimpse into my own journey of becoming.
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Remember Who You Are
When wounds turn to scars
you and memories grow apart,
another chance to start anew.
There’s a devil on your shoulder
you might ignore until you’re older,
it points a mirror back at you.
So keep on digging dirt
even love won’t stop the hurt,
you’ll soon be buried by the truth.
Gabriel’s trumpets on arrival
signal an end of survival,
final judgement plays its tune.
If you went and lived it well
you’re left with stories to tell,
written chapters from your heart.
But if you ran from yourself
you’ll walk through gates of hell,
until you remember who you are.
(The Final Judgement)
Lovers in Armageddon
If only dreams would never end.
Together was all we ever wanted.
In the arms of divinity,
surrendered to a timeless moment.
Feeling your heart’s rhythm
as we move together closer.
The walls crash around us
but our love expands outward.
With only my beloved,
is the Lover ready to die.
Unsure of the other side,
but with you, I am fully alive.
As the fires move near,
warmth burns away the illusion.
Our love can never be taken,
it’s our nature to remain in union.
With nowhere to escape,
radical love present for our fate.
Hand in hand through darkness,
discovering a paradise beyond the pain.
(To Marshal Love Against Tyranny)
Forever Felt Like Home
Forever can’t be captured,
yet it always felt like home.
Enter dawn of the Rapture,
left to face demons all alone.
In time we’ll remember,
the reason why my heart bleeds.
I thought that I could hide it,
move on to plant us new seeds.
But the truth came roaring back,
even as questions weren’t clear.
A lost soul seeking answers,
feeling end times drawing near.
Do eternal clocks stop ticking?
Will angels greet me at the gate?
If this pain is everlasting,
death is far from the worst fate.
Some will choose to see a dream.
Others, a waking nightmare.
Regardless of outcome,
let final judgements be fair.
How much of this is on me?
Still trying to do it right.
Not needing second chances,
we’ll be laid to rest tonight.
In this last moment I pray,
maybe there’s a god above.
Forever may feel like home,
but it’s empty without love.
Hearts remain in tyranny,
leaving no one living free.
Time captures our innocence,
I let go of you and me.
(To Marshal Love Against Tyranny)
The Young Hero
Pure radiance
Her essence is what I seek.
I hear the whispers from Great Spirit
Heaven’s here to bring us peace.
We got lost in the illusions.
It feels so hard to let them go.
But in death we must remember
Our spirit flies free, so what’s it to show?
The cycles explore into infinite
For source, it’s all she would know.
Experiencing herself in awakening
Navigating depths of a new unknown.
Can we fly like two birds
when we leave from our nests?
Can we love one another
through the times of distress?
Even when it comes crashing down,
will we hold one another to be resurrect?
It’s an end the hero had always known.
A journey to understand layers of shadow.
Beyond the veils of Great Mystery,
Sacrifice is made for the truth of our home.
We’ll sing songs of strength
so we can love through our pain.
Our connection, this miracle,
a remembrance of the games we play.
Here’s a chance to rebirth our prophecy,
eternal peace can take reign.
I open my eyes,
a freedom to be one with the change.
Who am I?
Beyond the darkness,
Beyond the light.
A lover’s heart, open in this moment.
In timelessness, we rejoice.
Oh, the blessing to be here together again.
A Young Hero arises.
One with all, all with one.
(The Mystical Collection)
Unfolding
My joy is a radiance,
the sun’s warm kiss upon my skin,
a breath of life through open air.
A quiet knowing there is more,
faith in a mystery ever unfolding.
My pain is a shadow,
a tender heart, shattered by loss,
the hush before a coming storm.
A river of tears that softens the soul,
cries to a mystery ever unfolding.
Can we see with awakened eyes?
One journey, beyond the mind.
Do we dare to know suffering as grace,
to be fully here, through joy and pain,
held by the unfolding, shown the way?
(Winds of the Prairie…Release Date Nov. 2025)
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