Music (Hour 20)

Music in my ear is like playing in the sand it measures the lyrics in my hand Moments of life welling up inside throws a reed out a sea drifting by on an unending sky features of love from above Softly and serene are the…

July Heart

Sweet summer memories, of a young couple. He is strong, fearless, a masculine perfection against her pale frailness, her gentle quiet. They stand beneath the glittering lights, slow, dance to the beat of drums and match, as we, two who were born to complement, bright…

The Pedestrians

They stare through the window as we sit down to dinner. We are crisp paper dolls. They are shadows. The warm brown room gets a little colder. The curtains seem to grow a little longer. The darkness of the corners is exalted. The fire dwindles. The street…

Hour 19

It began with Christopher Columbus, who gave the people the name Indios. And thus began their demise.

Poem #20: Games

Press X to jump Press it again to jump higher The square button brings up your inventory The triangle changes weapons The back two buttons will swap point of view Press down to crouch Circle is roll, you can avoid enemy attacks Too bad there’s…

Press

Press onward to compete the goal that i committee to even though I’ve never walked this road I continue to move

Fain t’Praise

If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. Please don’t attempt to sing my praise, The awkward pause That’s sure to cause Hurts more than blades. You’re sure you can say something nice Until you see It cannot be Take my advice…

Poem #20 (Ode to Food)

Oh, joyous sustenance! My tastebuds’ delight! Your scrumptious flavors and textures continue to astound and amaze! The thought of you waiting for me gets me through my shift, A shining light at the end of a tunnel of growling stomachs. You give me strength to…

Nineteen…

Life truly begins after you have put your house in order… Sitting here the pounding of the surf the sucking of the sand at my toes the warmth on my back blue skies in my eyes and sweet sunny original you.   I smile with…

Grave digger – 20/24

I spent my whole life digging a grave to lie in At each age I thought I’d reached the sixth foot, But my dirty tired fingernails, toiling away, Always miscalculated and now I’m almost 22 and still digging But I have better things to do…