Words are raining down like snowflakes....falling on your tongue like icing from a cake.  I don't bake...but i create rhymes sometimes.

Happy or sad....I love to write about love ....I try to be hard...but that's just not me.....I'm more of smooth talker.  Take my hand and come walk with me.

Can we lay in the grass and look at the clouds....and daydream about our future together out loud.  I avoid drama because that takes the attention off of you...but i wrote about Attention that was dedicated to you.

The power of words....My Word is "breathe" because God breathed in the nostril of man.....and for that reason .....I am able to caress your hand.  To kiss you ever so softly and look in your eyes.....I don't compare myself to those other guys ......because i stand alone.

I love a challenge.....and you make me work.  My mind is working overtime in an effort to impress....but my eyes are fixated by your body in that dress.

What is poetry? Poetry is the connection I have with you.  I'm the paper and you're the pen, Amen.

I learned from a teacher that  "A parent is the first one we see.  The apple falls next to the tree.

So...you continue to be on my mind even when I'm sleep.  That letter from a stalker made your heart weak.  He cut your brakes and said he was looking inside....maybe he saw you....while I gave you a ride.  The **** on my head as I tried to protect you was well worth the wait.  I glad that we could share a peaceful date....but hold up...wait!

I'll be right back.  Look up in the sky! What do you see....a poem written in the clouds all courtesy of me....your favorite superhero.  I don't go by a name....because i am free.  

Hey...I'm back ....with a few more dollars from that bank.....for some odd reason there was a hole in the  wall. A guy walked by and said he saw an advertisement on Craigslist and stated it was free....I grabbed all I could carry and said that's cool with me.

So...as we are together and the rain is money green.  I pray you understand what this poem means.  It was a paper that i found from long ago....A poem about a poem was the title.  There were severel judges and comments like American Idol....but I never had a clue.....until I read that last line.....the author was You.

The mind is a terrible thing to waste.......