I try to think of my next steps,but different versions of me roar in my head. I cannot force them into silence.I try to ignore the noiseand focus on who I am becoming, but even in stillness there is shouting—a crowd inside my mind. Yet beneath it all, I am not rushed.Something deeper holds meContinue reading “My Next Steps”
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To Be Forgot
Some names fade like footprints in the rain.once dear to the heart, now hard to explain.Faces grow distant, voices grow thin,lost to the silence where memories dim.Such is the way, a tear drop to the sea.Drifting – even from memory.But you, you not.Never I guess, to be forgot.
A Beatiful Regret
I could tell by her movement she’d been drinking not drunk, just enough to make a sane man look away. But want was louder than my sense. With every step closer, the smell of cigarettes and french perfume grew stronger. I should’ve run, but the moment was stolen. I knew every touch would later bleed.Continue reading “A Beatiful Regret”
Saint Valentine
Before the cards, the wine, the flowers.A courages soul, love has powers.In Romes dark days the faith is banned.A Priest stood strong in loves own hand.In a secret vow of incense flare.Married as one he did dare.In prison he prayed, in death he proved.That Christ is love, love unremoved.So with every rose and poem weContinue reading “Saint Valentine”
Write Alone
The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”
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Ideas
All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.
again
Tell the moon you love me,I’ll tell the stars the same.As we orbit cupids soul,The love will save us once again.
songs
There are very few love songs, many lust songs.
At the Cybeles Fountain
I take in all we have assembled, as we stand here hand in hand, once again. I take heart, for the next sexenial, plenty of ink still in my pen. In the splash of fountain water the lions raw for you to now bloom. Grasp the pearl, you have been the bride I’m always yourContinue reading “At the Cybeles Fountain”
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