Tuesday, June 28, 2016


Uninvited, shoved into life,
somewhere someone snuffed someone alike.

Some years then, she was taught,
about all of society's beautiful rot.
Imbibed into her, the rules
of ancient men, nay, absolute fools.

Mind chained by religion and common talk,
she mends and strengthens her own padlock.

A place so lonely not even tears come by,
the one's she's raised, she's raised in tie.

Her blood and flesh, in store for worse,
unknowingly will, this verse recurse.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

The Programmer

Fingers raced, soul ablaze.
Beauty birthed, from sweaty gaze.

Witnesses sighed, as it all came together,
off the board and into the theater.

Acclaim echoed, what dexterous fingers!
How subtly, on this verse she lingers!

The master played, by the strain, roused.
She played knowingly, to a deaf house.