Poetry is of the soul, a journey taking us to the very depths of who we are as a human. It is the observation of the human condition and all that we aspire to be.
Poetry gives us hope in a chaotic world, that there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
When I lookinto your eyes I see the rest of you,not just your sensual body,but dreams and aspirationsto be fulfilled in the brilliance of the world. In suchamazing times we live and breatheand in this. . . .I know you are a survivorof the romantic old days, a history of fire. You havesurvived the battle…
Life’s not aboutburning bridges of the past,but aboutbuilding new roadsto the future of prosperity. Not justa golden iconic ivory tower,when greedrules our hearts,but where loveis king of a world so brilliant. Can you give methis much feeding my faith,while apathyfades like a ghostin the dark as empathy emerges, from a human soulthat was beaten and…
Love me pleasebefore I die this final time,bury me along the river, where the streammerges with the Indigo dream,such a peaceful place. The last timeI will witness your sensual face,traveling in your faithful soul. You must take controlof the river flowing deep, so deep,in the heart of this humanity. To save our intimacyfrom such desperate…
As the clock on the wall strikes 6,I wonder where you are ,how you are doing in the world. If you are happy and loved,or you feel as I do,alone in a changing world. Sunlight fading in the bedroom,you are not here,enjoying the passionate night. As the night gets darker, deeper,so does the painin my…
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Poetry of Emotions