but too soon
your stars and my fantasy are overthrown
as dawn’s first light returns home
so, my hands brace for a last touch
cascade off your chin and fall into oblivion
as a new day vanishes my elaborate play
and if you were here with me this morning
also lost in this deafening silence,
you’d hear the screams of a longing
that had gone unnurtured
a wish….like a baby in your arms
as it dies
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
hon, do you believe in magic?
yeah!, April 26, 1992
what's that?
the day we met.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
you are the last rainbow
in a grayscale world
and I bring the storm
that sets you free!
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
countless nights, I walked down memory lane
driving myself insane, taking the pain
of the blade planted on my open chest
when she up and left with our nest out west
I lived to pray God take me by the hand
to my beloved kin in the promised land
many moons I yearned to feel my children's breath
as I’d walk through my own valley of death
I drank the nights away on the lane of pain
with free rein on stardust that kept me sane
soon, the white spice blossomed to a deadly vice
a small price to pay to forget and feel nice
the depression progressed, as my mind regressed
until the one night I did not forget
my head could not relive the days of old
I then had to **** that regret or fold
as the absence of my kids was ******
all I wanted was their mom to hurt her
so to calm the furious anger of mine
I swam in rivers of whiskey and wine
then, by design, I got behind the wheel
just to wrap my ford on a post of steel
five hundred horses up to bellflower
ninety miles an hour fueled by whiskey sour
the sorrows of angels that night snuffed the streetlights
driving blind, I couldn't make out the stop signs
death then whispered ‘time to fold’ and I was sold
as I felt the glow from the manifold
I could not dismiss promises of bliss
fall with a kiss into love’s black abyss
with intent, I then sped past a red light
and soon welcomed the open arms of the dark knight
with the clouds and thunder, silence sunder
torn asunder, home is now six feet under
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC
sweetest writer,
climb forth from the deep trench
in my heart's wound
and quench my thirst for love
dear doctor of written expression,
incant the melody, cure this malady
with verses that expose the affinity
that is inherit between her and I
smith of words,
hammer out a spell to please a vampire
with a quick, orangy sunset to transpire
wield the blade of dusk
against the morning star until it expires
as we conspire to set our bed on fire
there is no consequence too dire
for my one and only desire
master lyricist,
compose the sensual phrases
a song in whispers that ripens
her delicious fruit until ready for savoring
and last, to the dear poet within,
feed the lust filled inclinations of creatures
that hunger for each other's bare skin
allow your words to manifest
her sensuality alike a tinderbox
so I may then ignite her fantasies!
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 6:46 AM UTC
how do I satisfy the need
to see into the eyes
of the one I've yet to meet?
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC