If my palms were the pages of my heart,
I would script inklings of prose...
Lost in my literal obsession, I pen you down
with absolute hunger to title my new book...
I swing my life away on the music
that frees my soul...
Best laid plans are often found
hidden and cowering...
Silence spoke to me
From the confined spaces...
We have thought of our confidentiality
As a treasured and secured reality...
(Written as a reminder of why I must quit.)
Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, (COPD for...
When rage
shoots without a...
Apocalyptic sunrise -
soft skies of electric blue...
I heard a song today,
it spoke of love...
Tear stained pages, crumbled papers
Lie on floors, desks, and drawers...
It's not your fault your talk
never found a fondness...