LoveAttributed softness and a need for soothing touch. Some things evil cannot mar,  In a field standing, is a man, over chestnut sapling.So majestic to become, but fragile in current stateHe can feel it growing, watching it blossom in his mind.  He is there, never leaving.

Rosa Parks of LoveI'm not taking the back seat again!My feet  are tired and I don't want to movePushed down for so long, I am ready,ready to feel the sweet air of flightMight I fall?  Of course, but to have lovedand lost is better than to have never…

Last Man Standing More than friends is a dream that's all since lost Naught else could be the "nice" man's holocaust.

One LifeWhy you lookin' down on me? you keep treatin' melike I can't see, like I'm less than youeven though it's not the truth, the truth is too real for youyou don't have control, it doesn't matter what you dolife will shit where it does, what's left for you to dois to pick up the … Continue reading Poem #41 →

Ardent Fool Viaducts run dry, a familiar feel, all too real… Trumped up aggressions and emotions run wild the stepping stone follows his heart, dancing along love's narrow ways. Hands reach out, pulling him hither, leaving him tither with heart unbound. Ever he reaches for something vague that lost glimpse of love, never failing to … Continue reading Poem #40 →

Veritas I remember how much it hurt when you withdrew the knife blood curdling screams, silent, in my eyes It slipped in with the first of many lies you told, burrowing deeper and deeper to the source of life

NovarchWinter frozen, cold to core.  Part holds a faith in peopleA very small and wavering part.  Selflessness is a rare trait,the opposite, a plague of modern day.More than just a hero, he stoically get his fill,watching, waiting, treading time… a moment comes,maybe one of more, maybe the fool's mate conquer.Moments, rare or not… that shape … Continue reading Poem #38 →

Girl in a Coffee ShopSlender figure and eyes alive… planningfuture excursions. Beauty living inNordic fashion; lips set ready, laughterat the root. Fingers dancing, talkingin words sent tither through wave.She looks up, eyes meet, words pass,lips don't move. What will happenas time moves forward… she is a wispof smoke, dancing here and there.

Second First StepSilently the blade lifts through the static airCherry handle turns, as spit on campfire flameFingers walking, pacing, around the woodRacing thoughts pierce the mental chasmWhy this, why then, would they ever knowKnowing is what is more, he breathes deep Quietly pacing, contemplating thoughtsThe books he loved are mindless sheavesPalm down pressing, so strings won't … Continue reading Poem #36 →

Mouse TrapSitting alone, watching chair, empty.Dare to dream a dream thought follyby those scared to dream, thosechasing badly fermented cheeses. Isthat what life is all about, cheese?!?I must be lactose intolerant.