There is nothing more painful than losing someone you love. Life can be so bitter. You can't take back all the tears that you cry, all the years now lost. The day comes when you think you're okay but deep inside your soul you're not. You wish you could wish it all away, but then … Continue reading Grief

Words mingling, defining, hiding within a sentence or a phrase. A praise. A first person, seeing they are truly great, invests themselves and celebrates, then sleeps. An absent overture of bliss, a portrait of a hidden kiss, like a rose upon the lips of time forever never lost. Words are, of course, the most powerful … Continue reading Words

Now prostrate here upon my bed, with morning's glory shining in upon my worn out head, I am finally free. Free to share my written words, my casual forms of pleasure, that speak of love and other things that I have treasured. Finally free to reveal myself of all the joy I have uncovered in … Continue reading The Book

The borders are flung open, our vagaries let in, false declarations of our sorrow, the honesty of sin. We climb from the depths of our dark dank holes to share our shameful mystery, that we imagine a different future, void of claims to present history. We shed our heavy burdens as we turn upon each … Continue reading The Poet’s Tome VIII

Like Dracula I conspire seeking love in nightly hours beneath the moon lights chilling fire, with ink and quill and deadly ire. There is melancholy in my loneliness and want of love, that pains my breast. Somewhere beneath the sun she stands, a silhouette, with ready hand. I cannot go there. Within the morning light … Continue reading Poet’s Love Poem