“Where To Live”

We feel the need to bleed as we destroy our world How can we look in the mirror without shedding shameful tears. We are doing it to ourselves, sending our home to hell. Chemicals and plastic smothering our dream’s existence of living in peace. Yet our need for greed ignites a green eyed monster a

“DESTINATION”

As I look at my window watching a train go by, I wonder where it is going it’s destination in mankind. It’s cargo, it’s purpose of those receiving it, the workers, the families, a taste of the good life? Or is it just simple life, how and where they live making a living. What are

“WANDERLUST”

As eagles fly into the golden moon, I wander and ponder such crazy schemes, Wondering if my soul was caged too soon, as I run free like a wolf in my dreams. Can my spirit ever truly be free, as I wander God’s magnificent land. Believing in the father is the key, never giving more

“As Darkness Falls”

When I die do not cry, remember our September to December affair to true love shared, but not to last. Just a taste of such passion, enabled me to believe in true love, not to deceive, not just mere words. but embraces. Just a poet trying to survive, yet my artistic soul bleeds ink as

“DEATH”

It is upon us like a rainstorm, on a perfectly sunny day, not understandable I know. But truthful just the same, grinding us slowly down, to the point of no hopeful return. No sequel to the original, so live each day like your last, a roller coaster ride life is. Death is the next step

“TEARS”

Flowing from my eyes, thinking of you. in happiness or sadness. everything in between. Diamond droplets down your cheeks. Love is not perfect. its flaws however . are of a human nature. stemming from our soulful eyes. Phenomenal tender harshness, unto the fragile human soul, leads us to truly believe, our love’s spirit shall never

“The Grand Finale”

I see you standing there with your entire life ahead of you think not of my love for I will just bring you down Go out and taste of life’s sweetness share the good things in life a sunset, a kiss of love, a romantic sojourn Please never give me a second thought for I

“When I Was Your Man”

The kisses like rain from a Summer sky burning, warming my soul to the point of euphoria. Embraces yearned for sweetly, like grapes on the vine of life’s heart, tasting of true ecstasy’s flavor. Now you seem so distant, a road less traveled by your spirit, a new path taken, one less familiar to your

“The Blood Of Autumn”

The kaleidoscope of autumn is a painting exploding from a heavenly, pregnant sky. Leaves of gold, bronze and red fall from smoky, twisted trees, like memories. Elongated shadows like demons, are of the devil’s breath, waiting to steal precious life. The last drop of blood falls freely upon the winter’s ground leaving the earth, pale

“A Sleepy Kind Of Naivete”

Where the impressions are so vivid beliefs are etched in your mind. Summer 1991, the sweltering heat forced the king crabs to seek refuge in the kettles. Where the colors singe the eye. A technicolor mosaic to the sleep. Sunrises on any morning alive in the free world of man Then the alarm wakes you