Love Poems
My life is full,Wondrous and bright.And I am thankful For it all--Friends,Lovers,Family,Sisters,Brothers,Big and small,Old and young.But most of allI am thankful for you.You guide me,Protect me,Love me,Cherish me, And always feedMy lustful desires.Now I sit hereThinking, dreaming, hopingTo be the...
What a strange phenomenon it is, To see your whole future before you, Fully formed in every detail, Ready for you to reach out and grasp. You can see the one that you will love, That you will go on...
There's a stillness here now breaking, glows through the cloud's dark paths, as a hush falls over our homethere are whispers of you in every room, filling the hollows you made in me. I don't know if they're really just in my head, or...
Her Hair Was In A Bun
"Two stray strands catch his eye."
Camila sat knees primly together on the setteePerfectly poised, perfectly gorgeousPerfectly fragile, perfectly sereneHer bust swelling perfect as could be. Having their own playful funTwo brunette strands had escapedThe twisted pinned disciplineOf the young beauty’s tightly woven bun.Camila’s slender neck,...
A Caged Bird
"Send me one more note..."
In your unique world,cursed with the scourge of captivity.A caged bird praying to be set free,A free spirit able to travel the map of,the edges of our world. The haunting sound ofmelancholy singing slowly driftsto me atop an ocean wave;sea-drift...
Musicians play music,They write, love and breathe music, Music that people listen to, Words that people hear, Music and melodies that they love and breathe. Musicians, Play music to those with quiet hearts, Write it for them, Love it with...
You may open the windows one night to feel the wind wrap around your body, to breathe in an essence that traveled across vast oceans to reach you. You sense me there, flying and spiraling through the dark cold, searching for a way back with...
The bond between the Artist and the Muse, Cannot be understood by an external being. The things that pass between the two, Changed into words, paint or music. The Artist knows the Muse better, Than the world really knows. Yet...