I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
You were meant to be in my heart Our souls dancing to the harmony of the Universe Holding the hand inside you You holding me as close as the ocean holds it’s secrets Holding you like you’re the sun Too hot to touch Too far to caress So graceful and giving of your love Hidden…
Under stars like the blanket that cover you I kiss your lips Heaven bows to the majestic view of your form As I marvel in your greatness Bowing only to your whims Bending to your desire I follow the road signs to your inner thighs Slowly and gracefully You succumb to my will You overflow…
I woke up with new eyes today The same blue eyes have sat on opposites sides of my nose from birth But when I woke up I seen the world differently I walked in such painful strides before Overlooking signs and appocoliptic visions of an end so near Yet I ran so far from myself…
In the empty place Which is now my heart I wonder in years of silence waiting for you Waiting by the phone The ghost of what will never be hovers over me like deaths shadow And I wait here alone in the empty place that is now my heart A rush of panic creeps over…
