Her tensile wings
grew larger and larger
trying to reach
the end of the world.

Just to find out
she was only
circling around.

The storyteller said
"I don't have time to tell you a story"

The time teller replied.
"I can tell you sometime"

Strange thing about beer.
The emptier the bottle is,
the heavier it gets.

Dry colored leaves fall
making earth a warm blanket.
Nature takes a rest

You already own
the route to my heart
so why not use it.
You already know
how I feel about you
open my hardened shutters.

Take an ax and smash the lock
into hundred thousand pieces.
You only own that power,
another will not succeed.

Nobody keeps watch
no dog still guarding here.
Leave Cupid's arrows out of sight,
you have already touched my heart.

O my desk,
a daily friend you are
leaning back I can trust you
stuck by my side all these years.

legs firmly pressed into carpet,
sleek gray blade, leveled,
every poem is written here
made with your support

The passing of the years,
will not escape you.
I will never forget you
even if I have to replace you.