Heres a few of my favorite poem that I've written. In the future I hope to post other peoples poetry as well as mine, But till then it is going to constantly be under construction.
I live in my poems, my stories, my pen. My life is my writing and in my dreams- And to all I am dead, isolated alone- on my pages.
Coffee for One 9-14-97
Only from Kenya, an exotic place, can these magic beans make my mistic brew. Sipping caffine while sucking on a nicotine stick I watch. This blond bueaty holding her cup close while she sits by herself, What thoughts are behind those light eyes set deep in pile of curling gold? Something wieghs that lovely brow as she tosses that paper cup away like a lover drained of his last bit of love. A smile touches her lips when I meet deep eyes. She leaves this coffee haven with bouncing steps and a swing in the arms. I guess at her name while I listen to the long haired man play his guitar as he philosiphies with a parisian lass that laughs about people that once watched her color pictures. I missed something there? Where was my mind? Well, I enjoy her laugh that rings well with the long haired man's guitar. A lonely soul sits in the girls hollow seat with a book to keep his mind company. The golden maned girl returns with a light on her face and a friend at her side. A distraction 'Do you have a cigerette' Yes, and a light for you aswell. They leave with my gift of nicotine and fire pressed between their lips. Suddenly silence comes as the notes in the air stops, the lady with the laugh leaves saying farwell to the long haired man. A solemn tone takes the night air, now as I sit with the lonely soul - My kin.
Passes Me By
7-11-95
I see her eyes in the stars looking down.
I stare up, but I can't catch her gaze when it passes over me.
Then her face sleeps in the moon's light.
I feel her steps in the stream's water.
I give chase, but I can't catch her, she passes on the current.
Then her body rest in the lake's stillness.
I hear trees whisper her sweet name.
I stop to listen, but I can't catch her passing on the zephry.
Then her name rests in the empty branches.
I touch her presence her aura surrounds me,
But she always, passes me by.
Sex 2-17-98
You lye spread-out before me like a highway with no end. But I got plenty of fuel and I think I can ride this out. I twist in turns as my headlight takes mental snapshots at every picturesk corner. I got plenty of fuel and I think I can ride this out. I lean in deeply into bends hugging sweet slippery curves I'm on the egde. I got plenty of fuel and I think I can ride this out. I twist in your turns winding around forever inside the night. And I see no end to this road lying before me, But I got plenty of fuel. I can ride this to its end.
8-2-95
To kiss is to be consumed. To embrace is slavery. To love is to be possessed. To live without is misery.
8-28-98
Mistakes Miss takes Missy took my time Missy took my money Missy took my life That Bitch!!
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