I believe the lie
because I want too believe the lie
nothing's more beautiful

Rhyme or not, life is
A beautiful verse written
In vivid colors.

their ashes,
saints and sinners alike,
- clinging to my beard

bottomless brown well,
drop a stone into my eyes,
- listen for the splash

with every year
dreams like seasons pass
across her cheek

Emotionally
Constipated because I
Don't give any *****

you are your body

you are what you do, influence

you walk away

you step out of my heart

feeling too much makes you weak
men are dogs, I see

confirmation needed
who this is, is hard to know
preciseness please god

My gods are living
my gods breath, guide me softly
then abandon me

Walk through the park-So
Cold I can almost *******
Next hot chocolate.

Working in the field
The hot sun beats down on me
I hear the whip crack

I think she is great.
When I see her face I see
the face of kindness

rudderless, weary
empty hearts full of loss
meet in the hotel

let it out
let the world back in
a beacon of hope

fight like siblings
love like family; any
port in a storm

brothers and sisters
that i could take away
pain from love forlorn

and mend all shreds
of misfortune
previously torn

brought on by whiskey
in the end
this was just a thought

Once I loved her more
Even than the air I breathe-
She, a bad dream now.

Sometimes I wish to
To be like my good friend, wind
Unpredictable.

when I fall asleep
I dream of being with her
morning light wakes me

~awake~

go through the motion
of another empty day
I can't think of her

~alive~

if she were still here
we'd spend each moment for love
our time so well used

It is nice to be
important but it's more important
to be nice

The biggest *******
Confesses he's an *******
Over and over

You think you know me
But it's just parts I give you
Fragments of my heart

Just one wish I have-
To have her gentle heart as
My home forever.

claims that is the ladies room
but it stinks in there

Something we all know-
A simple smile is pure gold
When you are lonely.

Sun is moving west;
dark clouds are going east. Then,
the sun disappears.

if i could i would
skillfully navigate through
though it causes pain

i'll get there somehow
by hook or by crook they say
paddle up-river

sometimes creativity
comes from the broken places
cracked pots, the greys of your life

The curve – soft – speaking
fast then slow
then not at all
dancing – whitewalls
jumping – up and out
and so excited
and lifted from the very top
circles
making something
nothing
built up
a humming in the ear
cause I can't laugh or sing
that I see
that I dare to see and write
as if others hadn't written before
but dressed as a savage
that does not care to lose
or fight but sing
so funny
a hit of *****
we'll see
written 18th century
like it's new
to have a little fun
in the absence of anything
truly beautiful
that I can undress
and write again
after having a light
and grass that folds over
and a room full of armor
and soft
and moving
towards an end
where I can make it silly

You only live once?
What an interesting thought.
But maybe it's true.

If death's but a door
To paradise forever.
The blessing of God.

No one asks for life.
God provides it free to all.
"You only live once..."

That portion of life
We spend on this planet Earth
Is just a prologue.

While here we should love,
Do good, and glorify God...
Set our sights on Him.

My BODY will die.
But my SOUL is infinite,
And will be reborn...

My corpse will decay,
To dust my tissue return.
But I will go on....

You only die once.
And thus escape this cold world
To the arms of God.

If we live just "once,"
Then life goes on forever...
Aim for Paradise.

relativity
put a whole new perspective
on my point of view

at last the sun shines
dark dreary days are over
and the earth reborn

Life's not a problem
to be solved, but a gift to
be experienced.

peaceful snowflakes
calm the raging campfire

a glimmer of hope
boys in bars with sculptured hair
girls trip on their heels

where, where are the men?
smear faced desperates lament.
not in the club scene.

and these boys care not
a woman could scar ego
so they pursue girls

How am I to feel?
Nobody can answer this
Not even myself

Once I missed her more
Even than my own shadow-
She, my sweetheart now.

a brief glance your way
and lurid is my smile
I drool on myself

Memories of Love,
forgotten not, linger still.
Melancholy Smile

every day presents
a new gift

verily I say
there is no truer moment
than the one right now

my demons follow
wherever I go. stop that!
leave me alone.

Nonsensical crap
Written down in worthless prose
Such a waste of time

All things being equal, I'd rather be wrong than live like this.

I will I will.
keep talking over
                             and over
                                           and over
                                                          and over.
Words, words
                       coming out of mouth.
Blah blah,
                bleh
and
          bluh.
Words, words, words.

Like a hummingbird
Heartbeat races at the thought
of nectar kisses

clipped wings and encaged
la paloma no vuele
no puede cantar

Insomnia strikes!
Waiting hours, mere boredom.
The result: haiku!

she laughed
breeze swept her hair
wind tickled neck

lines on his face
every time he saw her
smiles

I'm afraid
That if you look into my eyes
You won't find what you want

Running, almost I
Can see the school from here-
Sweetheart is waiting.

the arid breeze,
fields of wheat when I see
her glow, her gaze.

Navidad-Es
Alegría y tristeza
Al mismo tiempo

Translation:

Christmas-Is
Joy and sorrow
All at the same time