For the poetry lovers here is my first e-compilation. Most of these are committed to memory so that I can slam ’em at local open mics. You can check out my planned outings on my Events page.
- I so loved the wolf (Off-site link)
- Crashing Utopia
- our turn (Off-site link)
- the rich young american
- life was so simple before i died
- my friend
- The Prettiest Shackle
- the f-word
- the canvas of your mind
- Jesus is my Garbage Man
- ‘Twas the Very First Christmas
- The First Christmas Tree
- Nothing Special
- Birth Day
An arrangement of 80 one syllable words you can find just lying around the house!
What does utopia look like? Before and after the crash … oh and during.
Why turning to God is more like not turning away.
Who was that rich young ruler? And what was he thinking!?
Ahh.. the simple life. Not about the tv reality show– just reality.
So when we say, “I love my friend” what exactly do we mean?
Castaway attempts to answer the question, “What does the cycle of evil look like?” A follow-up question might be, “And why does Ric seem know so much about it?”
An indictment of the 14k gold WWJD bracelet. If you are thinking of buying one you should read this first. You can send me the money you save.
A story of forgiveness.
Excuse me, would you mind if I paint a picture in your mind? Yes? Cool! This might sting a little.
While doodling one day I wrote this sanctification how-to manual.
A truth-ladened variation of The Night Before Christmas.
I was on a roll of firsts.
Why is there so much nothing? It like, EVERYWHERE!
Not to be confused with birth day anniversary.