Poems

She’s looking out her kitchen window
where she used to see me
cutting our lawn
water...

Sully, sully, and be sullied
Is it for the filth or thrill?
Sullied by a dollar bill
...

The following admission
honest to dogness haint no bunk
nobody, but yours truly
bore...

I feel good,
I don't feel bad,
I feel happy
I don't feel sad,
I feel love,...

There's a lot of static in love, the white noise that contains the rebels , and the bandits of a flame...

Whistler‘s Mother is a painting
Like no other as she sits in her chair
The colors are so fair...

There will always be more than just the one way
of looking at anything and everything
...

they never leave you
the screams of brothers in arms
they never leave you
their...

Sprockets, cogs, and tiny screws. – Working in coordinated coherence.
Mechanical, melodic, rhythmic...

Two hearts catching fire
Blazing hot flames of love
Burning deep inside our hearts
...

A hefty Price pierces my shining armor,
and in her words my soul flounders.
My strength...

done with the march I plummet. like iron steam as melodious as a question
singing in the hinge of...

Sometimes I like to look in the mirror
sometimes It’s really tough
I keep telling myself...

Candlelight of love
The flames burning in my heart
My heart burns with love

❤ Love...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e...

I swept my Temple with my eyelashes and blamed God
for the drudgery. Drank tea with a...

in the beginning. love was alone
so it was not Love.
it was merely a shabby God
...