Sometimes I just day dream,
Of me and you beneath the flowers...

**One of my guilty pleasures is to write from a...
People who see me as dim witted...

He first started acting shady,
When he got involved with the ladies...

I am writing this before my slumber
Takes the thoughts and turns them into a reality...

One of the last things she said to me
Was that I need to enjoy the little things...

A sweet woman I've had yet to gaze upon
Awaits the time when our words touch...

The ankle bitters caught at the edge of my jeans,
With the adventure I pulled from the depths of my...

A fly landed on my tea;
I apologized for getting in his way...

Bodies lay rotting in this wasteland.
A dead man's glory can no longer be seen...

Even prevalent in the darkest confines of me,
I find what I would like to call Present Hope...

These cobwebs around him represent the new,
And the old is symbolized by the same plain color...

Am I a man or a kid,
I this dream that's lucid enough...