Why do I walk upon
the bones
of the ancient poems ?
Whose words I grind
into
the thirsty desert dust ,
underfoot
my mindless journey .
Come dust devils ,
swirl away the passions ,
leave bare
the rawed flesh withered hearts .
Drag the barge of love
behind you ,
as all your rivers have run dry .
There are more
spots to be outed ,
no stage of fright to fear .
Just a wall
of years ever taller
that protects and denies
at the same time .
Oh , come soon
hallowed Halloween moon ,
I feel you ,
cold kissed
upon my lips ,
suckling a life's soul
from my lungs .
Pray do ,
my time when due ,
I stand upon the dust
above my memory .

My relation with her
inhabits a silent space,

you don't need to talk much
below the ocean's surface,

it's like a rest after your work is done
an earned breather after a long run.

Now it's holding hands and swimming together
having seen all the weather.

Split oak kindling , honey roasted pecans and eggnog .Walnuts , gingerbread and fruit baskets ..  Horehound and butterscotch candy... Egg Custard , hot black coffee and homemade vanilla milkshakes...German chocolate cake and divinity ...Thanksgiving and Christmas are wonderful times indeed !...

Love was a snake when you brought it down from the mountain ..... Yet still your confused as to why you've been bitten ?

His    
             love
                           made
                                          a

          
        ­                    hole

       in
                  my
                               shell

through  which

             leaked 
        
                     my            
                               *soul

I'm tired of being too nice that people walk all over me
I'm tired of trying to hold grudges then I end up forgiving
I'm tired of being the one that saves everyone and at the end of the night no one bothers to ask if I'm okay
I'm tired of giving everyone my all and in the end no one deserves half of the attention I give them