I am free from the curse of the law I hold the hand of God so even if I stumble I do not fall He has removed the noose of addiction And placed upon me a necklace of redemption Every day I awaken it’s a new life I live I am free from the curse…

Happy birthday, Brutus, my friend of late Whose Queen of Muses stands high, awaits The happiest of happies hence, O Creator Down my lover’s rabbit-hole ’tis better; But crave or drive or worship or flee Drink down the summer wine’s warm pedigree, “The film noir queen steps down from the screen and waters my orchids…

Imagination My imagination is my hands that touch explore excite the planes depths of your body My imagination is my lips that kiss your eyes cheeks gently passionately probe taste your mouth My imagination is vivid Flowing Intense Desire for you builds the more thoughts of you come into my mind Fire takes over my…

My Constant Love You my constant love who never abandons me I love You I feel You in the warmth of the sun as it touches my face I feel You in the softness of the wind I hear Your voice in the music of birds singing and children laughing and the sounds of life…

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TIME IS WASTED AND WE CAN’T GET BACK TO THE SURFACE OF OUR LIFE TO AT LEAST HAVE THE CHANCE TO BEGIN; AGAIN. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THERE’S NO ONE AROUND TO ASSIST US; ONE; TWO; THREE; AND WE’RE DOWN. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE WERE TOLD NOT TO JUMP HEAD FIRST INTO THE…

My Dreams I will not give up my dreams They are part of me and keep me going when everything is so difficult and I feel overwhelmed and exhausted My dreams are my life blood the reason to keep on living to keep on hoping to keep on working to make things better improve my…

I wanted to be left feeling invisible because to remember would be unfeeling; compassionately socializing with the enemy shouldn’t deliberately weigh on my feelings. Why would my sanity truly depend on your survival; that can’t be. Why can’t the feelings of being down have its window shut; spilling to the ground. The explanation of when…

If I could just get a glimpse to retain my self’s induced preservation; if only the brightness shone through, up and around my darkness, just to refresh in my conscience that hope shall be there; I’d rest helping, screaming. I can’t open up wide enough to hopefully express how my inward feels. It stopped being…

I question I wonder Silly we are that we don’t see the real beauty and gifts that are around us. Always looking for other things that really don’t matter but we think they do And why must people yell and rush through everything and spoil precious moments that can not be recaptured What is wrong…