The wind blows by me,
The breeze dances and churns...
Your my Inspiration-
for within those soft...
Through the good.
Through the bad...
I think about you everyday,
hoping nothing will ever come our way...
I wrote from the gushing of a poetic volcano
poured out debris of undiscovered matter...
Dear Jim-
I try to write often...
Lost in a maze of statues,
All perfectly molded...
Her loves a fundamental,
Amazing and allure...
Small slivers
Pencil shaving graphite afterglow...
What is this thing in life
that keeps me dazzled and dazed...
There was time when you loved me and i loved...
You put your hopes high on me but i wanted...
I walk down the lane,
feeling so much pain...