Always searching for the next good… and what the world can bring. Always looking for the next big de… and what it’s offering. Never thinking very far ahead
An old porch swing made once for t… Cool night breeze calling out to y… Ten thousand memories rise above, the sunset waters of our love. Just like the day slips into the n…
It seems that life’s a limbo so if… it’s hard to not conclude that eve… For everything we do, in time fade… The shiny steel of bliss today eac… So how can Heaven hold its awe wh…
A road begun, so distant. A masterpiece, insistent. Divided rolls at parting, provided each a farthing with usury demanding.
Once in a while I hear words that… Most times I let ‘em go by, but s… Seconds turn into hours, so I liv… Dive deep into words, words as dee… Things I’ve wanted to say since t…
I was a stranger, you took me in but I found you were stranger stil… I guess we’re two peas in a pod cuz neither of us fits the bill of all the many ways the world exp…
It’s been used in so many movies, and series, and books to be read - some kind of sickness breaks out i… turning all into the living dead. I once thought the concept was sil…
Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…
I should never have loved in inequ… I should never have allowed my heart to take the bait of loving someone as beautiful as… But damn it, love is blind!
The words have fallen silent now a… The pills have taken over and I d… My bags have all been packed for m… Not car nor driver fits this mysti… The hallway doors each filled with…
This world of ice. Forged in frozen sheets, layer upon layer. So many attempts to thaw, daily melting.
I sat today midst the happy smiles of a children’s song, and for just… I was happy too, for what else sho… from a happy day and a happy song. But, it came again just like every…
Write me a poem she said from her… and tell the dark secrets that lie… Dig it all up from the deepest of… Tell in your poem what you’ve not… Write your way through all the lay…
Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
