if you could just plant me
somewhere
deep in your heart

shine smiles on me
here and there

water me with kisses

i promise to grow
into a fragrant bouquet

just for you

freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry

Don’t fall in love with a poet.
By Jude Kyrie

I look into your trusting beautiful eyes.
You are so lovely so gentle and loving.
I wonder if you know yet
you will leave me.
For you are playing
with a tinder box.
And I am a gallon of gasoline.
The fire is inevitable.
You will find out there
A man who is gentle
with a loving heart
He will see only
the beauty in you.
You will have become
tired of my poetry
The emotional roller coaster
I choose to live on.
Weary of the poets afflictions
for red wine and infidelity.
You will fall into his bed
and he will welcome you.
Into his much stronger arms
than mine can ever be.
I shall return
to writing love poems
Poems that are
real to my heart
But to a woman
that cannot ever exist.
I shall frequent
the slam bars of the city.
And sleep with
the women who think its
Romantic to bed a poet.
Yet never ask
my last name.
So strike your tinder box.
Create a spark.
Save yourself
as I ignite into
flames before you.

You could speak sentences
Through your cracked lips,
That would make my heart
Miss a beat,or skip a beat,
I can not even tell.

--Jamie F. Nugent

Throw your blankets over the past, Summer's gone,
And Winter bites the flesh-buried bones.
Wrap up your heart,
Pack it away in napthalene,
The sun now looks through other windows,
Others will have warmth and company.
Light a candle against the dark,
Set a table for one, the night is yours alone,
To watch the shadows on the farthest wall
And question where, and why, love has gone.

The dream was bigger than both of us could hold.
Sleep now. Let it pass. Move on.

Slowly losing sanity
Black has become white
White has become black.

The days goes by
But I can't feel them anymore
I'm stuck in my own world
Hopelessness,
Lost.

The lights faded out
The darkness is taking over.