About the Poet

If you came upon this by chance,
I am unknown, a passing name.
If you wandered through a few verses,
you already know me by my frame.

I am a being, a son, a brother,
a blood, a water, a father, a self,
and for your wandering soul, I am ink,
etching to wet and dry on an aging beat.

I verse to breathe a passing thought,
a whisper shaped by moments.
If its warmth finds you in silence,
then let it last beyond this stillness.

If you've lingered beyond the lines,
you've heard more than they could say.
For every verse that finds its end,
there I remain untold. Thank you.