Horse and Hattock! are their cries And though by day we beg and barter with our lives On moonless nights the fair folk come To tempt the fitful lusts of falsesworn wives. We pray the church bells banish all their lies Before they’ve left a…

Music like poetry writing similar to singing uplifting or heart wrenching one simple verse one single line executed properly transcends time fill your mind with phenomenal visualizations touch your soul deep within even engulf you in elation

So glad you are here – The hideout of my life, still waiting on the day Not sure what you did – The hideout of my world, a little sad The night we would have – The hideout, the dawn light, the night is the…

I sit here a hypocrite, always. Big ideals, strong moral fiber, but mostly words, not much action. Words can be action. I’m trying to activate them. But so far… nothing moves.

    Ineptitude   I can only brood at my ineptitude words just shy of crude.   I know I am viewed a buck short of shrewd. As the words that I’ve spewed put us all in bad moods. I have somehow accrued the right…

    Immigrate is usual Travel a desire Succeed an illusion   Long for roots Let go the past Start all over   Wherever they go Traditions alive Missing the past   Judge, unnecessary Condemn, not a solution Compassion, might help   On their shoes…

My strong nocturnal nature is continually at loggerheads with my propensity for early rising, taking in a new day shortly after it begins, racing the sun squeezing in sleep after a long day prior to quickly starting another I have yet to reconcile my propensity…

Gollum had it right. “My precious,” he trilled, eyes grown overlarge, grasping hands stretched thin and knobby — the better to reach you with, my dear. If I could hold you tightly enough, so tight seconds failed to tick and light forgot to pulse, we…

Spider quickly glides across the ceiling trailing it’s sip my web Flies, bugs, faces, getting stuck in the sticky trap Small, medium,  taranjalian, hiding in the walk in closet Crouching tiger under my bed Wait in silence Creeping along the covers  

It sleeps between us, slipping out of bed unnoticed, exposing my legs to the bitter air of memory. If I could just bring it out, turn it over, and have him label it, then we could set it aside. But it remains hidden under the…