Ode to Freelancer-Poem 3   The bridge with views The river overlooking the green The woodlands on the river screen The green on the walk offscreen   The Bridge with views Photography her passion Vacation her progression The rock her disillusion   The Bridge with…

Past where the moon pins the sky clamber aboard a running tram let us go then, you and I past the bleating of the lamb clamber aboard a running tram you keep the lighter in your pocket past the bleating of the lamb your cigarette…

* Sensual poem warning 18 or older* Fierce thrills, I close my eyes Feeling the rush consume me Sight returns fluttering lids To an empty bed Where I wait for you To come for me. Heart outstretched like open arms A fantasy of breath Skin…

Capture moments in the eyes Store memories in the heart The sound of laughter never fades away The glimpse of a smile never dissolves In our hearts, we carry it along With the hope they last long!

If you could stand at center stage Between your future and your past If you could see both sides at once Would you take a different path? And if you took a different path Just how much would you change? What if you never made…

Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…

“The truth is out there”, but the deepest one to find is within yourself.      

How many worlds do you inhabit? How many suns light your day? Where do you go when your soul needs healing, How many moons illuminate your way?   I thought I had a life once, one true And strong, where work kept me afloat But…

Glimpsing another world Two worlds parallel Mimic each other slantly   A light explodes, filling the sky with holy fire Reaching for the ribbons of endless roads A heavy wing lifted, about to lift us To infinite possibilities: Fear watches the other side   A…

You would not believe your eyes If dancing bras and singing mini skirts Woke you up from crying bed. The horror that would fill your face; The rush of fear and uncertainty. Your bed time stories come alive to fill Your ears with screams of…