A Poem Forthcoming
Just a placeholder for a future piece
a sea of shining stars flowing gracefully above
passions bastard children our young love
*when asked to describe my eyes ...i suppose... from what they observe they are expressive empathic
Scene: Late fall, on a country road too s… An old man in his late 80's sits a… His only companion a journal his g… “The BOY” had come by that morni…
...she finds herself on the unbeaten path her broken figure cutting the icy air as she runs
The best things in life Cannot be bought or sold They are given freely By the one’s we love...
The true worth of genuine affection counted like sheep by the lonely... they are dreaming dreams
We watch captivated The quiet intensity Of a stage made larger than life And then With but a whisper
*read top to bottom then bottom to… writers writing readers intently
True Power lies not within Knowle… but within Innocence However, in order to attain such p… one must realize Innocence does no… sigh
she brings me her drink to try the sweet
when times are tough and fear itself forces a friendship unwelcome
It raises the question to desire and be desired is that all there is like a moth to a flame what language of love is to be sou…
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
Are you hungry for love Would you consume it completely Partaking in whatever portion fate… Cleaning your plate until nothing… Except that which is within you