poems.

thoughts splattered like visual graffiti on the walls of imagination.

some acute.

some profound.

some with less than good intention.

most – often overlooked, 

unless stumbled upon –

whispers of wisdom drowned by the shouts of tempestuous mediocrity.

and here,

on the shore of my life’s ocean,

footprints ending in the surf,

shells –

hollow – 

withholding memories never shared…