“Sweetie, it’s not you, it’s me! I care about you, don’t you see?” It seems he hears that everyday… It’s an awful, hurtful cliché… And so ends his latest romance

After sudden torrential rain Gliding soaring boding raven Mindful of extreme summer heat Searching for a sheltered haven On the branch of a looming oak

One day I’ll wake up and say I don’t want anything more I’m contented every way And to the blue skies I’ll soar Someday perhaps! but not today

No one cares about the past; I kn… I’ve locked it away; threw away th… Got no use for it, be it now or ev… I choose not to recall unpleasant… I’ve loved, I gave it all; now I’…

On an old rocking chair, he sat Daydreaming, in a reverie Grinning, a beaming Cheshire cat Rememb’ring days fun and carefree Flashbacks of youthful escapades

I’ve got a splinter in my lil fing… So I’ll need a needle to take it… A sharp samurai ain’t worth a ding… Unless my finger, I can do withou… But should one night, I meet a ni…

He could taste the salt in the air As they walked by the frothy sea It was so cold but they didn’t car… Her face is all that he could see They hugged tightly to keep warm

center Misunderstood, inscrutable, She’s an enigma; A paradox, mysterious; White-hot as magma

There was once a man whose malady’… His doctor prescribed a suspicious… He complied religiously Every day consistently But then after several days, he be…

To help the butterfly take flight Would crush its wings before they’… The bud must bloom in its own song Its tender petals drawn to light The mind must wake in its own time

A pastel kind of morning Suffused incandescent light Mysterious and enchanting The hazy mist ghostly white Magical and bewitching

surely, self-annihilation never an acceptable solution to a life filled with sadness, of great heartaches and pain to a broken spirit, a soul unforgi…

upon the porch she sits in rain the swing once theirs, now hers al… its memories of love now flown her heart engulfed by aching pain a swing of reed, a lover’s throne

The butcher grins, watches his han… Recently departed lined the sidewa… Tortured bloodied hands tied behin… If only, if only the dead can talk But pictures can for everyone to s…

Haiku A friendly face he sees In the early morning mist Serendipity Periwinkle sky