Loneliness is a girl, she is self-satisfied.
Charming boys are deadly.

Life was nice but now a long day.

I hide in solitude to show myself in plain sight.
I dream so that I can create reality.
I crumble so that I can build up.
My quivering is your peace.
My leisure is your reach.

Starring at the sun may make you blind.
Maybe that's what I like.

Philosopher Poet
enamored with wisdom
and understanding.
Living in a rival world
of my own design.

City gates, gold and triumphant
gleaming in the sun from afar.
When you beamed my eyes,
I found want.
I couldn't contain
my awe,
my hope,
my gravitation
magnetic to you.

latticed windows
dutch homes
Notre Dame splendor
weary eyes
soft edged sweater
warm recording playing
swooping palm
candle fumes cream

I want to be on yellow
brown edged paper.

Guitar in hand,
pray for me.
Wind is cold,
smother me
in your warm soul.

Start the engine,
you sure are pretty.
I say this to him
as we roll
through the highway,
cool.

I have a gold tooled chiseled mind of David marble;
pure white interior and a godly glow of smoothness;
that tumbles in lush lands of opulence, openness, and
awareness