Death, the great unknown, the final journey we must take alone. It comes to us all, without warning or delay, and leaves us with nothing but memories to stay. It's a journey we can't escape, a fate we must all embrace. It's the end of our mortal coil, the...
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Come home to me my rose bud Ebb Tide, rising, in lieu of dark roses, a beautiful flower was, as the song, loves a woman, so flows emotions, softly now walking with the silent winds and the faded blooms of yester-hour's crying.
Where I Live
What I see and hope to see.Used to be a farmer Used to till the ground Now my tractor's silent I can faintly hear the sound That memory of my father As I sat on his knee While he taught me the value Of the planted seed Used to be a milkman I used to be your friend I used to be some...
Our connection Like the enlacing of the veins of a leaf Bringing nourishment To the locus of my flower Stimulating the core of my existence Your gentle caress Titillating Like the tickle of the breeze Wreathing its fervour around my spirit Breathtakingly...
A Little Bit Past
Hug someone.The flowers are wilted There's a sting in the air Leaves are all mourning As they drop in despair We held on so tight Still our hands slipped free All seemed lost as we broke our decree Tried for salvation Some kind of redemption for me Those flowers stay...
The pulsing of the lonesome rains Wetting the sterile desert fabric Fondling distinction A wrinkle of ill-design Whispers of the violin Intimate and soft spoken Melodic intrigue The cadence of grace Footsteps On black satin stone The promise of haste in t...
I give you my progeny, disassembled, therefore, I am, my am, in memory of long ago, non-relevant you the sun, I a passing willow, at a distance from a dream I incognito, disassembled, a shadow on the window pane with Amador Whiskey over ice now here comes...
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"Well, how old do you think I am." There is nothing titillating about nudity. Its a lifestyle. Once you are naked, you're naked. The maniacs of Cheetos push nudism as a cult. I could say the same thing about "singers" in Nashville wearing cowboy hats. The...
I polished my heart Placed it in a gift-wrapped box Topped with a handwritten note I left it on your doorstep You picked up the package Put your ear to it and rattled it Shrugged and put it in the closet Left to collect dust in the shadow Days into months...
A Celebration of Life
Cancer FreeToday, I celebrate life. After I found out I had cancer, There was a time When I didn't know if I would Live to see tomorrow or another year. I could have died and left you sad and alone. But after months of treatments and a year and a half later. I recei...
Empty stone footsteps echo Opaque windows line the hall Ancient vines creep up the wall In the stillness, I can let go Spontaneously, I let down my hair My arms sway in the midnight air My hips swing with a ghastly flair I dance with the night, without ca...
The wind blows down Western Avenue As I follow your memory home Waves crashing upon the shore of Lake Michigan Creating ice bulbs that make no sense All the heartache gone I feel you in the breeze I'll never let it go Holding your hand As we stroll throug...
Soothe me with midnight tranquility Wipe away my tears with a maple leaf Paint the skies with serenity and Shelter me inside the trunk of a tree Bathe me in the pale moonlight Cleanse me from the decay Bundle me up in warmth and Leave me among the stars W...