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…