I have come here to stand between the sand and the sky, where reason lies. I have come to the edge of eternity to ponder a question. As the waves crash I have come to learn a humble lesson. The sand is soft as a childs memory. God? Do the waves speak to me? Do you? Am I damaged goods? Am I a wronged man? Here, God,  I am by the waves and the soft sand. God? Am I a mad man? I ask here on the edge. Where I thought it may be...

She was the final sorrow before Avalon fell. Yet indeed Avalon fell. Oh! Queen of childhood dreams how shall my honor renew. Oh. Innocence buried. Rotten crow feast and rusted armor cannot defend your brilliant crown. I scream to God it is she who wears the halo of thorns. As I suck air from the rip of the spear of destiny as it weaves fate into my twisting guts. Only a lost for you now. Your poet stripped of every metaph...

A misfit character,  A misunderstood hero,  'All is well' was never his motto. Sadness never abstained from him.  Bitterness was a frequent flyer. The biting sting of heartbreak,  Drenched often in his pool of thought. Cynicism was obvious,  He chose a smile instead. Perspective helped. With death he realized, Came the value of existence. Mind traversed in new dimensions, Thoughts consumed with light.  Everything suddenly...

Whose chocolate is that? I think I know.Its owner is quite happy though.Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives her chocolate a shake,And laughs until her belly aches.The only other sound's the break,Of distant waves and birds awake. The chocolate is fun, glorious and deep,But she has promises to keep,After cake and lots of sleep.Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from her gentle...

Twas the night before the big game  And all through the town  All the people were cheering For their team to win the crown   Which side of the river  Will be the big winner  Whose gonna go home  For the best tasting dinner    Rovers of Easton   Black and red to the end Will the trophy go with them  Or will they be on the mend   The Liners of Pburg  Bleed garnet and gray With Suzie beside them  They are ready to play   The...

I found a note in a bottle. It must have floated halfway across the sky. Who knows the wonder in such a journey. I have been alone all my life. Try to understand how my hands trembled as I uncrumpled the edges. Return to sender was all it said. It was agony to realize it was my handwriting. One thing kept me from going insane. My signature was...tier stained    

"I adore you" The words were spokenheard and acceptedwith gratitude and delight Not always offered aloud in the pasteven when understood within the trust of a heart in need The adoration of a chorus of friends and lovers from lifethat passed sincerely revealed The latestto betenderedthis approbation in wordsas the solace of destined sublimity and jubilantembrace The embrace of certitude and affection Rememberedtruly in th...

I see an old man who does not speak. I wonder what vampire stole his voice. Is his breath next? I bet he was a poet once. Who is to tell, not he nor I.  I see a young lady with the mind of a child. I have no idea if she is cursed or blessed. I have nothing but charity for her. I see a soulless one who has no grace. What can I think of him; save only God knows. Then borrowed deep  like a dung Beatle I see me. Bound down ya...

So deep within my heart When did that implant begin? That haunting smile On lips of such promise? Or the subtle depths Of those laughing dark brown eyes So sensual when the time was right? Maybe your mobility caught the eye   The lilt and the sway. Of hip and thigh. Then add delicate gentility of touch When fingers first intertwined. While that lustrous raven black hair Swayed with every move. That early touch of lips on...

Wake to fire and thunder. As the earth trembles. Coffee and hardtack. Light blowing rain. Bugles calling. Rattle of drums.   Orders barked. Mighty mounts. Hoofs pawing. Saddles await. Cheering troopers. Look to the sergeants.   Shakos pulled down. Power kept dry. Sabres flashing. Horses at the walk. Greys wheel right. Churning mud.   Sound of battle. Time to be joined. Thick French lines. Command givens. We dine on. Frenc...

My love for you is deep my love for you is strong my love will keep you going to the place where you belong   My love for you will never fail my love for you will uplift my love will keep you satisfied never lost or alone or cast adrift   My love for you will keep you my love for you will save you my love will keep you safe and warm my love for you is true   My love for you will move you my love for you will excite you my...

Miss youEvery moment that I'm with youHappiness lights up my heartThe daily smile and laughterThat I used to fake becomes real Adore youGiving out sweetness all the timeReceiving words of care from youGrows within my romantic soulWith a smile every night as I sleep Love youThe lonely tears I used to shedDried up from your loving wordsThe insecurities I used to have Vanished from your gentle love Two flamesSoulmate, the tw...

When I was young and loved humorComedy was a movie that I knew Where I would be laughing out loudWhile watching with glee the whole timeGrowing up, that belief had changedComedy was a funny stage playWhere you could watch people actWhile the ending was comically tragicLife has been sometimes like thatIt started with laughter and smilesBut the ending was now so painfulEven tears couldn't wash it awayLately, it has happened...

Are the fireflies dead? I have not seen them since I was a child. Are they wounded? Are they leaving us like the butterflies? Do you think they are fallen angels or faeries? Oh, how they danced for me weaving living lightly through my fingers. Like the butterflies do they weave chaos in the afterglow of the Aurora Borealis? Have you watched two dance in a jar? What joy they brought me as a child. Like all faeries say a pr...

My lady is so naiveshe still waves at trainswhenever they pass byjust hoping that the engineers might seeand someday, perhaps, to make her daythey'll pull the whistleloudlyjust for her. Just for her.So shy is she in normal waysbut those fellows are quite far away,so she feels free,so free to bethe funny young girlshe'll always be. She'll never change. She rattles on about her booksthe stories that she reads.So many storie...