The dead poet falls distinctively

Silent with his mind at rest

His heart & soul have separated

Leaving society at arms to obtain reality

Before his beauty is lost eternally

To the Earths sweet marrow.



The snow spreads it's blanket of disease

To ensure the common sheep's aspiring

For winter has arrived in full force

To isolate us from the only cure -

An untimely sun rising slow

Leaves us to wake with the stars.

The dead poet rises instinctively

to speak verse, free of mind

let the heart & soul do the talking

while society remains incognizant

un entranced by the eternal beauty

of the Earths sweet marrow.



Fall amongst the Autumn leaves

to procure the streams malignancy

for Winter is well on it's way

to isolate us from the tradition

of rising with the sun at dawn

and sleeping with the precious stars

that guide us gently through our dreams.

his heart beats slow & steady as she walks into the room;
morning rays glisten in her eyes reflecting light from August days gone by.
A quick glance to catch his gaze with a wink to still his hands,
are the shadows playing tricks on him or is he lost in lovers sin?
Hope - the roaring in his ears as he searches for the right words:
"hello, how are you?" "if I told you I love you, would you know it's true?
Simple acts of indiscretion leave tear stains on the floor,
but her picture perfect smile makes it all worth while.
The night calmly yet swiftly comes to an idyllic close,
with one last dance he'd never miss ended with a sealed kiss...

It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I have to tell you something
And I promise it’s no lie –
I want to kiss you every day
Until the day I die.
I want to feel your embrace
& keep you resting in my arms
I want to be your hero
That heals your every scar.


It’s something about your eyes
And the way you lick your lips
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Right down to the tips.
It’s the way you crease your smile
To make those dimples on your chin
The way you hold your head up
Even when you sin.


I need you in the morning
And I need you late at night
I need to know you’re right there
Sleeping by my side.
I need to feel you dreaming
Of the love that we could share
And while you rest your head on pillows
I’ll be floating on thin air.