Best Unknowns Poems

Around this globe American heroes rest in hallowed grave,
Fallen upon the field of battle, our precious liberties to save.
Most have their honored names forever etched in stone;
Other stones display that simple phrase, "Known But To God Alone."

Who could that gallant warrior be? we will ever...

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trapped fish swim about

behind clear, aquatic walls;

do seas haunt their dreams?


January 20, 2016
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Today, my spirit is as a wild stallion
Free to rear up and paw, my fears
A mother bear protects her young, 
She shelters her cubs, from the feared unknowns
The unknowns are her presumed enemies
Who cloth in darkness, from her prejudiced light
Unknowns are uneducated, they lie today
And,...

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Do you know, static clocks move faster than moving clocks?

Do you know, silence is not the best response to a fool?

Do you know, a man is also a woman?

Do you know, snakes don't  like to bite?

Do you know, monkeys hate banana trees?

Did you know...

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Lord I don’t know how to do all things
But I know that you will teach me
I am kind of apprehensive and nervous about it
Help me to be calm and let you ride me through
I usually get nervous of the unknown
But you always show that I...

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When we get it all wrong
Life just keeps moving along
No time for us to stand strong
We balance it all out like a delicate love song
Carefully sorting out what lies in our path
So we don't get tripped up in the aftermath

Handling this busy life on the...

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Quiet shivers, exploding from head to toe
Pulses quicken, heart's race
Each crawling out of their own skin
Wanting, longing to touch, 
But too scared of what comes next

Unknowing, unsure, no words to cure
Every sensation, every spark, filling up the dark
One moment everything bare,
By a kiss that would...

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Edgar Alan Poe Is dead. Seriously, I read it.
He died in October 1849 - or did he?
Do we really know?

Poe wrote about death a lot,
he teased with it, it was his favorite tool.
He kept death close and twisted it like a knife.

His profession was the...

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