Loving you is strange, Like departing on the Titanic, Wishing everything to be good and well, But somehow sensing the impending doom. But unlike the Titanic, Nobody will die, Just be broken hearted, As two lovers are torn apart. "Iceberg...

The Other End

"More than..."

It is black and rectangular With buttons amass Some have numbers And some can spell ass It might be a best friend Or maybe a man Could be a woman Just depends on the fan It leads to a place...

Pain doesn't need to hurt by ones hand, It can hurt by what one says or doesn't say. I often say life is grand,But it's the lack of words that hurts most days. It's nice if one can just say what...

It was a deliverance, A redemption,And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency.Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a soulAlmostLostIn the dark shadows...

Hopeful

"Sad feelings"

I was hopeful for a lovely day, But you just can't give me the time. I'm so miserable in so many ways,Loving you is really a crime. A simple 'hello' would be nice,Ask me how I'm doing.Your mood is as cold...

Twelve Naughty Days of Christmas

"Inspired by a visit to Black's Beach and based on the Twelve Days of Christmas"

This is inspired by what I saw hanging from a palm tree at San Diego’s Black Beach during a recent visit, and is based on the traditional holiday song, “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” I hope everyone enjoys it as...

There's never been a start or conclusion,only a lock waiting for a key,whether buried beneath earth as hard as frozen clay,or as unknown shapes spiraling just out of reach.You are already as familiar as the cells coursing through the rivers...

Christmas In My Parallel World

"Not being able to be together on Christmas Day."

I wake up This Christmas morningYou're beside meIn my parallel world Still asleepYour hair tousledOver your bare shoulderYour breathing softA slight glow on your faceFrom our night before I smile at the memory Of who we were, At the warm comfort Of who...