Spare me the moon above the lake The candlelit picnic The serenades and poetry A panic behind my breastbone make With a scandalous lick The seduction of adultery Spare me the sunrise over the sea The chocolate box The rings and the traditions A fever…

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases of Slime letters, weaved with saliva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka, in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing Sonata. In…

A people person, funny and outgoing, that’s me. Full of life and ambitious, I enjoyed life to the fullest and love to party. Yes, a social butterfly but, I begun to suffer social anxiety and all. It bacame worst, I wasn’t my best self, Neither…

The moon looks tragic tonight By the lake a couple Critical errors are being made Landing vicious blows to the ego Great techniques Beautiful combination of misunderstanding and guts But who has the glory? When no one agrees to a truce Spare no feelings Continue…

Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…

Praise The sun, the air, and water are staples to the life we hold so dear. I wish it were that simple, I swear. To love and to share. To love with your whole heart, and care that is the ultimate dare. A dare to…

Candlelit dinners create conversations And sounds of silent spaces Inbetween Words  Or exchanging of looks Give samples of you Revealing interests Causing revel in imagination We intoxicate to sedate Our minds, and not to deny Our bodies We rather be sublime And in the moment So…

On that perfect drive in your silver Jeep We rode to the Lake With the pink Moon Lighting our way Glory beat from our chests As I awaited to be laying under the Canopy of stars with my head adhered to your Breastbone

  the moon was bright, full in all her glory we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy an evening picnic, by the moon lit lake Down the long winding dirt road we drove for hours, under tree-lined canopy we talked all the while, as the…

MOON DITTIE Glory to the moon that shines above shooting its  beams to the lake below.   Make no  mistake it may not always be there.   Don’t panic my friend, I hear Gods got a spare.