Even angels have devil's heart
She can't understand
what's happening?
She has got no control over it!
All the kindness and mercy have left
It's dangerous to mess with her now
A fire is burning inside her.
And she wants the flames to go higher!
Her heart is all black.
It excites her and she is loving the way it feels.

Tobacco and timidity
Silence and serenity
Whiskey and sublimity

—Forgotten pain

A straight-back chair
A cool breeze
A warm summer night

If I could listen to my body

I would lose my mind


My heart would beat faster



My eyes would grow wild




My hands would be yours

vision so vital
to all a poet is;
silent beauty whispers
its miracles only
to those listening.

the poet cursed
with eyes and ears
the clamor of
a living, dying world
inundates
their soul

finding refuge
from the deluge
in a quiet stream of stanzas

never realizing the blessing
of the eye of the poet

until all the words have dried