Lifes True Worth |
I smiled,a knowing smile rare upon my face,just looking through those photographs,that little kid who disappeared without a trace.now i look into my reflection,the elderly man taking form,th... Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 20:23:00 GMT |
Passion Out |
Go "Passion". Get off. Feed another or go to sleep. Thou art but the weed on an untended compost heap. Bleed "Heart"! Feed flesh and bone now passion's gone "Soul" - shed your shackles of love; bid ho... Posted by on Sat, 03 May 2008 20:05:00 GMT |
My First Time |
My First Time
The sky was darkthe moon was high all alone just her and I
Her hair so soft her eyes so blue I knew just what she wanted to do
Her skin so soft her legs so fine I ran my fingers down he... Posted by on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:45:00 GMT |
more typical poem, i hope you enjoy |
- Who Not Loved, Lost and Not Longed for Another Chance?
Who has not been enthralled by a love at first glance, Forging in mind and in spirit a grand romance? That fell o... Posted by on Tue, 21 Feb 2006 22:37:00 GMT |