Scenic Revelation

Stand aside and open your eyes! Watch us throw away our disguise. We have shed enough tears. Redemption is finally ours to take.   All the pain will Seize. We'll see the daylight with  ease. Endless sighs freed in the breeze.  ...

Scribbles 98--Christmas Tradition

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot--Wm Shakespeare She checks the chocolate melting in the double-boiler by stirring; clusters of half-melted semi-sweet chips cling to her spoon. She continues to stir until the chips dissolve and the chocolate...

Scribbles 96--Dirty Secrets

Dirty water ran down the gutters and drains; it would run clear eventually, after the deluge had washed three weeks of dust from the surrounding buildings and roadways. She hunched further into her hoodless jacket, her head down, her eyes down,...

Scribbles 97--Rock

I have a rock. It is in my hand. I must carry it to the top of this hill. I carry it; it's heavy. I carry it still. It is a rock; I place it at the top of the hill. Tomorrow, I will have a rock in my hand. It will be...

The Ride

    The Ride Love is a fragile thing, easily misused and thrown away, What a wonder it has lasted till this late date, How is so that with all this time, We still as human beings have kept a hold of something so frail, The answer...

Your Body

Your body is beyond perfection. I swear, the great Micheal Angelo himself could not create such a master pice as yourself. Beloved by heaven, envied by hell, and desired by me. Oh how your body mocks me so. Your at my arms reach and yet I can not...

poetry within

I must say that I love poetry and with every poem I write, I become more loving of such. I realized that I loved to write one day after I wrote a note to one of my best friends about some love situation. I put my whole heart and soul into that...