SEPTEMBER 9, 2010 10:07AM

My Humble Poet

Don’t let me fall away tonight
Until my mind is filled with light
That you, my humble poet, keep
Upon your lips to bring me sleep.
The words need not be fine nor rare
On death, of love, or maidens fair.
You know which lines to whisper near
My throat and cheek, into my ear.

Beside my heart time… Read full post »
FEBRUARY 16, 2009 11:00PM

"We Need To Talk"

My dissatisfaction with you has begun to take on proportions I could have never imagined.

 

You roll out of bed like the world owes you something for simply … waking.  Please, put on your satin robe and realize that it does not.  In fact, it’s you that owes the world someth/… Read full post »