Fresh Air

You’re the freshest breath of airA beautiful painting that grabs my stareWith style so impeccableAnd every bit of flair. I’d give you every waking minuteWithout a single careFor you I’d walk a thousand miles Or a hundred flights of stairs. The highest peak I’ve ever climbedBut still your weather’s fairLike raspberry jam and peanut butterWeContinue reading “Fresh Air”

I Think I Think I Think

I think about you everynight before I go to bedI think about your loving lips and how they kiss my headI think about things you’ve said which made my face turn redI think about our hardest times and tears we both have shedI think about the nights we called and words I left unsaidI thinkContinue reading “I Think I Think I Think”

Her Unplanned Life

She leads him down a hallwith no clothes on at all.Knowing that he’s nervousshe feels it in his palmTheir bodies are treasurethat somehow lost its gold.His from seeking pleasureand hers from being sold. Entangled in the sheetshis heart quickly beatshe’s moaning and groaningwhile she just softly weeps. The money vibrates in her handlike precious contraband.Continue reading “Her Unplanned Life”

The Imprisoned King

I’m bounded by chainsthat come from the groundI’m stuck in one placeI can’t move around. I’m in a dark caveI cannot be foundI cannot make noisenot even one soundfor bears and wolveswould come and surround. I’ve lost track of daysin thoughts I have drowned I’m feeling so weakI’ve lost many pounds.I was to be kingaboutContinue reading “The Imprisoned King”

The Poor Pirate

I’ve been gone for two whole yearsliving with no pleasuresailing the seven seasin search of buried treasure.I have a map in my handbut no compass for directionmy ship is old, old as sandbut has cannons for protection.I’ve searched the articbut just found iceI’ve searched the Indianmaybe once or twicebut still found nothingnot a grain ofContinue reading “The Poor Pirate”

My Reoccurring Dream

You were in my armsI felt your skinUnder the starsIn the city Berlin.I heard your voiceI saw your smileNo other noise Heard for a while.Your eyes were blueLike a cloudless skyOh, what a viewFor a sore eye. I grabbed your hipsAnd pulled you inYou kissed my lipsWhich made me grin.It felt so realToo good toContinue reading “My Reoccurring Dream”

The Day That May Never Come…

At times my mind resorts to the possibility that I may never again have the chance to gaze into your ever-changing eyes. This thought alone makes me want to forget your existence, but like that of a Stradivarius how could one forget something so rare? But as time passes, my memory of you seems toContinue reading “The Day That May Never Come…”