(2013)
#Poem #Poetry
I, the good looking man I do not look until I sense proper time I shred garb with lustful eye— I speak false
My lady, is kind and thoughtful. I drink her, and she drinks me in… My lady is kind and thoughtful. She does not judge My lady so kind
These hands, weathered and abused. These hands in place of a women these hands always used. These hands that did fight
If i went without words I would lack a soul for my soul exists in words in prose of old i express the hidden
Brave Ronald with your big red no… Feed the masses and make their tum… Brave Ronald, bring the children and make them never want to leave give them toys and a playground to…
A war inside this cannot be won i fight myself at every turn when shall i ever if ever
The smoke does curl winding through the hoar—frost air Let it fill lung see visions of a night leave and not again appear
Heaven waits waits eternal Each Heaven paradise Each Heaven
The sweet embrace and silence gran… O’ the peace and lack of desire. Would these indeed be sweet? I know not, for life, Still is wi… Would death grant wishes so wished…
Drink Drink to excess, the pain away Have another And another day You’re a bad person
I stare through the glass shield, and I see the world through it. So very bright and clear, so very near. Alas I can not touch, because the glass shield does endure, shatter it I shoul...
Power, is what most seek Control To have power Is powerful The common Lust for this
Embers of Wrath Long has it been Since the flames ceased to burn Long has it been Since I have felt that warmth
It is palpable, I can taste it. It teaches me lesson’s I only have it when i drink My bastard My Ego
Love and madness I have always loved to much For there is such a thing As caring without regard for me This is madness, and it is love.