Oh Dahlia… born of love The sorrowful maiden’s first flowe… Her sweetest treasure from the gar… How she loved watching you grow Your roots deep… your resolve stro…
Faith is not a science Yet it seeks to invoke wisdom and understanding Faith is not a nature Yet it desires to shape our reacti…
I have always enjoyed a good love… People fulfilling their dreams No doubts… No fears Two together… Holding each other… In the arms of love
With thine munificent eyes Set in splendor That speak to me of life and love… Show me a sign Let them tell me what you think is…
what is it about you that captured my interest was it the art of the eye or the poetry it contained was it your twin lenses
The best things in life Cannot be bought or sold They are given freely By the one’s we love...
The duality of man in this I am not ashamed for I take more than solace from t… the lover with many names and form… all of which can be perceived
I am but a whisper of what once wa… A shredded covering of careless th… Cast upon the earth and blanketed… I spend my days surrounded by many… I exist to exist
Eve my tattooed nun born with a heart free from the bondage of sin for all is permissible
After long day of staring at progr… My mind feels numb and worn over Like a dry, dusty, frayed covering Barely shielding my consciousness… Like a ratty blanket no longer ser…
the lemon drops whilst the sugared kiss
to fish quietly taught by his absence to be
tireless she is ticking while i drop
you always know the type of walk that will make me take notice you always know
i walk into the confessional like a monk seeking