I did not start posting poetry here to enter a game I know I will not be popular Writing poems has always brought my heart pleasure It is not for self fame For me scripting rhymes is a searing treasure If you do not care for my prose It is fine For some reason I did not strike your fancy, who knows? Scroll down to the next poem I pray you relish what you see The fact is the wonder of human culture is variety
Nothing's right Nothing's wrong Sitting back watching the play Sitting back in the lyrics of the song Listening to the voices long since past Wondering, Waiting How long will it last The final scene, The last stanza, The tragic end, What will it all mean The learning, The giving, The pretending, Unspoken understanding It's all part of living
Thoughts, so many thoughts raining through my head burning images of you crawling into my bed ...
Heart breaks and dreams come alive whispering kisses and promises softy in my ear lips finding my most precious parts love going wild ...
I dream, I walk into your life one night there you are waiting with a rose for me you walk me to the fire, and whisper sweet poetry that burns my being ....
The fire consumes our love the blaze blooms around our moments and you lay me on the pillow, your hand is slow and the romance blooms....
Those are dreams that make me cry because the dreams are raining silence all around...*