My poetry is nothing more then crumpled newspaper,
Words that are smudged beyond comprehension...
Once ago in a
far-away-land.."...
STILL LIFE ( on a friends mothers funeral )
Could I get some moments more...
RUSTIC HUES
The crimson ball that skims the earth...
I Stood Thrilled
When I Found Myself...
What is this word 'love'
that we all throw around like candy...
At lightning speed I boarded my ship.
And there my journey began...
Snow flakes drift like fallout,
They crash without a sound...
Waves of thoughts
Making momentous ripples...
I might be hurt now, devastated even,
But the thought that I will be fine someday...
Twirling in the Wind
In another nebula...
Walking the Roman Roads
Darkened mist uniting the young and old...