Besides laying down on
the old wrinkled couch to
Rest my back while I get
Into the mind of my
Favorite authors
One thing I do enjoy
doing very much
Is to take a trip to one of
my favorite bar in town
where no alcohol is
Being served on the menu
What you’ll find there instead
Are beast running around
Lifting, squatting  jumping and
Once in a while you might
Even catch  us in the sauna
Relaxing ourselves
For sure at the gym
That’s where You’ll find
Me testing my strength
Let all the  anger out of me
Allow the beast to come out
Watch that muscle nectar
That come squirting out
Screaming let the war begin
Reps become sets
Sets become workouts
Protein shakes running
Through my veins
Beast mode got me
Soared to the core
Out of control with strength
And physical fitness
I hope the gym never goes
Out of weights for
I’m addicted to iron
Muscles so vicious
Some swear it should
Be illegal to be carry
Such Mass weight around
If that ever comes true
That’s okay because
I have My woman
At home I can always
Lift for I am unstoppable
When it comes
to the gym thing
I must admit I swear
It is a must I push
Myself to the limit
              For
Once I place my hand
on the iron bar I am
No longer in control
For the iron has become
Solely the master of
            My soul

in a meadow I appear
sad I was and without any cheer
fog filled the atmosphere
gray is the color of the skies veneer
barely making out in the distance a lone white deer
in a instant
I am standing
looking up at a chandelier
from yesteryear
it begins
it starts to spin
my mind fills
with all of my past sins
then
I am standing
at the gates to hell
I wake
I am in jail

You're in my mind
A picture of you
So well defined
I am no longer blind
I will find you

I will not stop searching
Winter, Summer or Fall
Many times the sun will rise and fall
In my searching

I will not stop
I cannot stop
I cannot give up
I will not drop

The picture in my mind
By design
You are kind
It gives me peace of mind

I already know you
I feel you
I need you
I  see you
I will find you
By the picture in my mind

I am coming
Knowing you are there
Somewhere

I will not stop
Looking for you

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

They tried to crush me with boulders
until they built a misshapen temple
to mark my tears,
they tried to chase me with words
until I lexiongrapher
had the last word.

the deep ocean
matches your eyes.
I cannot quite fathom their depth,
many soul plundered sailors,
have met their steely death
by the wayside of your smile.