I’ve often heard that love is blind Perhaps you’re vision should be refined No eye surgery could ever correct Those feeling of amore we resurrect Not telescope could help us foresee Even the Tinest fault with “my love for thee” It’s not until your friends suggest That perhaps he is not the best Of all…

In the late afternoon I lay on my bed I tremble but not from the cold My skin fevered, sensitive, craving You have done this to me You do this to me a gasp escapes my lips as your teeth nip my tender left breast I feel the heat of your laugh on my skin…

I drink to heal my symptoms But fail to kill the causes. A broken marriage, broken dreams, Dead end job so many losses. It’s an endless stream, An alcoholic tide, That cons my mind towards suicide That’s makes me think a day cant go by without my problem pesticide My blood shot eyes My toxic…

Sitting on top of a hill Miles away from the world As the last explosion Conquers a nation. Walking down from my hill To the ruins left of the world I feel sorrow and dissatisfaction. Walking back to my hill I spot a little girl Who’s lost limbs has left her dying. With no legs…

It’s not fair, Newborns being brung along Be casted to your elder’s arms For they already gave you well By giving you their younger selves. Their times been spent With well intent, Just for your cause With no applause, Your gratitude Has been removed, Their golden years You made them lose. Just one year shy…

Death is such a touchy task. How do we mourn the ones that pass? Do we give remorse or cash? To help their living remnants last. Their memory’s are bitter sweet, Some have some tears role off their cheek, Others seem to be complete, And smirk at the sight of the deceased. The bedded box…

Hmmm, My imagination one would say yet my dream almost reality I did not seize! As the anticipated month nears and flowers blossom Emptiness invades me to know that in my arms I shall carry you not, nor shall I smile at neither sunrise nor sunset. Be strong, your momma says unto I… Be strong,…

You’re rounding the bend towards middle age Not even earning minimum wage you’re parents are so very annoyed That you have never really been gainfully employed A briefcase and Brooks Brothers you have not Himalayan satchel and Birkenstocks is what you’ve got Occasional jobs to keep the shoestring from breaking Canoe guide, den leader and…

Lets go out for just one drink We’ll be home by 11 don’t ya think? A few sips of wine to pass the time A mug of beer to lend some cheer The birds are chirping and the sky is blue Until someone buys a shot for you You’re on the fence but you can…

Your heart is singing life is gold star So joyous the relationship has come so far He’s the man of your dreams with livable flaws He buys you flowers just because He has your heart And so you start Building a life with a white picket fence On several occasions you have ignored When your…