Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
The hustle of her chamois leather jeans That caught my eye on that hot summer night A glance, a smile and the story began With hidden words of love that poets write With deep sandy eyes, she hypnotized me I was willing to surrender my heart For she stole my mind in erotic dance Such … Continue reading Spanish Eyes
In silence. none can hear unspoken dreams Yet silence still speaks louder than any screams A man alone can only see his fear He feels it drawing him in somewhere near The chosen path is known by few who care To walk alone a man must take the dare In darkness, purest truth is seen … Continue reading Purest Truth
A habit becomes need The fun that was has gone A fix now feeds their greed The addict is alone A drug echoes the fear When need cries out no more Reality draws near And pain shakes on the floor The fun carried a cost A buzz, a high, what price? Now all is gone … Continue reading Addiction
Persuasions offered in their words Slogans repeated in ways absurd It must be true on the TV No biased questions on the news Political lies and points of views It must be true on the TV Reality shows to numb the brain The masses are easy to train It must be true on the TV … Continue reading Box Of Lies
Shattered pieces of the heart Lie scattered at the end of love Forever is over and now we part Memories and tears are all that is left of The days we shared as ecstasy smiled When passion was yours and mine Loving too fast and intensely wild But the end came to our lover’s shrine … Continue reading Instead Of Kisses
As the sky grows weary and the slow clouds laden with rain rumble ever closer to where we wait for the last bus unprotected from the coming storm a brief flash and for a moment the world is bright in whiteness and my eyes see desperation perspiring from your skin and I take the chance … Continue reading Approaching Thunder
Texte: The poets were good teachers, for they taught Earth had this joy; but that 'twould ever be That fortune should be perfected in me, My heart of hope dared not engage the thought Robert Seymour Bridges The poets were good teachers, for they taught Of visions unseen by the human eye Of beauty seen … Continue reading NaPoMo 30: Poetic View
When hearing future times echo within A moment to pause and see her within The innocence of love inside their eyes And he touches her skin to feel within Her belly tight with the tension of new life As ultrasound echoes the proof within The words of love have now led us to this For … Continue reading NaPoMo 27: A Moment
Our day has come to love beyond the night To ride our wave against the world of fear Give me your hand and let me draw you near My love, come join me on the wingless flight And destruction may be the way ahead My arms embrace will hold you ever close Protect you from … Continue reading NaPoMo 21: The Pact
