Millionaire

Mountain home crammed with luxuries, Is the overlooking balcony with the blue hammock wide enough for your guests? Lounging in your private Jacuzzi,

Love, Dreams and Paris I.P.

They had held hands in Paris Her new ring As conspicuous As the Eiffel Tower On the landscape of her finger

untitled in the moonlight

I am again in darkness Robed and pasty pale In the moonlight pollution Tinted greenish gold My eyes stinging from the Shine and not blinking And tears that come when I
Cherry

Distant Star

But don't let me stop you from checking out the bright lights.

Semetric Poetry Form

The Mirror of life reflects many things depending on where you're at and how you see it .

Life after death

Death! It is a topic many choose to avoid during conversation, or for that matter, to even think of in there own minds. Who is to say what happens to you after your time on this earth is over?

Firstborn

I wonder at genetics; How is it done? That out of lustful kinetics, There came such a one

where is home?

Find my voice in an electric drum kit, Smack the leather, absorb constrictive knots, His night time voyage lady luna lit, Find my voice after the savage storm drops,

coffee

Relentless passion pumps through your veins, Drums the heart, your mind it stains, Dilated dustbins, caffeine full, Body slumped but eyes wide still, Love is a drug, drives you insane.

Carvings in A Tree

But where’s the high? Where is the loss of pain? Where is my release? I’m still suffering. Please.

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