Poems.

An assortment of poems i've written throughout the years. Not all finished.

In dedication.

You are a novel something That kept my thoughts alive And honouring your memory is how that i survive. I believed your spirit Your trust i didn't fail And your heir it lives on through me And so you will prevail.

A childs view of California.

The beauty seems too much tonight As I just hide away Dreams of that wretched sight His face solemn clay Eyes drew back Perceive the past As seen a frightening dream A glamorous life Decayed and torn

Alone.

A silvery snow breathes a sigh of relief, Darkest marbled blue. A new chance to be. The sun it shines brightly -Yet the weather is cold. I'll always remember, What I have been told. The day she turned bad,

Carnauba Enigma

The fraudulence, a shaking hand. Created on a whim. So silently, serene you stand. You ornamental thing. Stuck inside your waxed attire. An ominous ire. Stuck in me, you serve each day, Evolving in your polished vigour.

Crush.

How my attention wavers so rapidly flits from prey to person Eclipses his dullness with your brazen potential How all thoughts of that brash hopeful have been replaced in a snap by your purity your purity of which you are dumb to