Sonnet 8A midnight's, serene, star-light symphony, Quiet creaking of the old swing's chains, Crickets and frogs singing from the trees, Distantly echos a passing freight train,Sonnet 8
A light, a single lamp shines from the pier, Hands and glances of the two intertwine, A more perfect dance than any cosmic spheres', Faultless, divine, drawn in heaven's design.
What did Paris say while holding Helen's hand, Was anything said, what would their hearts allow?
What look did she give, as she left her land, Is it the same look the two exchange now?
Unaltered, sit two lover
Of All The Bright ThingsOf all the beautiful things in the sky, she is the brightest, A lost child of a guiding light, some would call her Gabriel, She does not flicker or falter, but holds constant and true, The envy of flame that can never be satisfied.Of All The Bright Things
Now I stand gold faced like Agamemnon, Beneath a rampart I turn upwards to pray, My answer floated down from above,
Misguided motes of snow drifting in desert winds, Melting but refuse to meld with the dark,
One last gift seen through closed eyes.
MotelThe sign outside, flickering neon light, Welcoming us inside, for the night, All in the world is right.Motel
Warm summer days, dozing in the trees' shade, A silent malaise, passing in a daze, Casting away our mores.
Air so balmy, we walk to room twenty, I touch you gently, you sit on my knee, Buttons undone freely,
The sounds of the interstate, trucks hauling freight, As the hours wind late, a refusal to haste, Slowly, every curve traced,
The sun's first light, curtains glow dull white, Soft breaths break silence, a lover's cadence, A
UntitledRazor blades sure are hard to swallow, Cuts streaming downward, the children sleep, While laying their heads in rest, do they know? Little hands reach to pull me from the deep.Untitled
White, so lily white they are, but only hers, Fingers dance and glide, then wrap 'round, A lost purity within wet briars, Resting in, but never completely bound.
An angel to be found in rolling fields, Yet, she'll never know it was me she healed.
Wild Curls and Irish CoffeeWild Curls & Irish CoffeeWild Curls and Irish Coffee
I met you in that shabby Pub Down the crooked road and Both of us weren’t sober anymore Hey, they played real good music We joined the festival of live To figure out what it held in store
For me, for you A sudden rush, just a sudden luck
It felt like
Wild curls and Irish Coffee And a strong breeze from the sea Cause a wild girl met Mr. Heartbreak But that’s life, so let it be
Now you’re gone, I’m alone My heart is bleeding on and on But don’t think I forgot, how to dance I gave my h
Been Gone So Long!
Daily Needs
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There is a madness to my method
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The Game
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I walk around in circles
while I just happen to turn and see
My obssession and my true love
Sweetly leaning in to kiss me
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
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I walk around in circles
while I just happen to turn and see
My obssession and my true love
Sweetly leaning in to kiss me
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Who died and made you Keats? You get a cookie if you figure out the joke!
Moving to a new city!
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I walk around in circles
while I just happen to turn and see
My obssession and my true love
Sweetly leaning in to kiss me
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~For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?~
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