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Tuesday, November 27, 2012
They like to say, eyes are windows to the soul.
You say you see me, but your eyes are always closed.
You open your arms, with a closed heart.

I'm a used machine, with broken parts.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Would you seek me out, if I never prepared this verse.
I'm another face in the crowd, so I wear this hurt.
There’s no rise no fall, I ain't there to be heard.
So I expose my all & share through my words.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
A Poet's life shared through chosen words.
To open eyes, of those who don't know their world.
To share my hope, my goals, my dreams.
To expose my all, to those who read.

A Poet...my POETRY is me
A bleeding heart, pumping all the wrong way
Leaving marks, on a heart which can't coordinate
Beats of blood, which leak my love,
as deceit becomes, your bodies complete make up.
A wild fire burning, burning deep within my soul.
A yearning, a furnace burning keeping me warm in the cold.
The chill of the single, the frost of those on their own.
A heat which tingles, frozen veins on brittle bones.

Monday, July 25, 2011
Can honestly say I've never fully understood any woman, that has lived.
What was true yesterday, becomes tomorrows big fib.
I buy footwear of all sizes, but the shoes never seem to fit.
I deduct happiness with a woman, is knowing your living in ignorant bliss.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
A dozen cracks, chipped away at my only one, once solid heart.
A hundred questions, yet you give me only the one answer.
A thousand tears, all expected to be dried by this one tissue.
Millions of girls, so why did I pick the one, who never saw me as the one?
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
My star that twinkles, my moon that shines.
I start a day thinking of you, because your not my usual type.
Part attitude, still sweet. Street wise, with beauty past skin.
My heart skips beats, and my eyes refuse to blink.
Monday, July 18, 2011
I...I..I ask questions for an answer, I'm not sure if I want to hear
I...I..I stutter as I realise you are death, except for my voice in you ear.
I ask if I, could be the guy, to to wake up by your side, to keep you company on lonely night.
I have no idea of her reply, as her words crumbled, as she stared me in my eyes.
Monday, July 11, 2011
I reach for the skies, always aim too high in life.
Even if I nose dive, It's only in order to gain momentum to rise.
I take all I find, even if my path goes off course.
I ask what's mine, only so I can take what's yours.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
I ask the question, knowing what the answer would be.
You say you still love me, then why would you do it to me.
I ask you why, without caring for the next words you say.
You say it will never happen again, but can't tell me why it happened it the first place.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
A young girl lost, on the street wandering, wondering what could have been.
A young girl lost, lays her head never to sleep, though all she can see is her dreams.
A young girl lost, fulfilling fantasies, in a shitty apartment.
A young girl lost, short skirt, tight top, six inch hills, part of the marketing.
A young girl lost, wish she had something other to sell, then her body.
A young girl lost, looking for help in this hell, where sex is the only commodity.
A young girl lost, all because she once tried him, and thought it was love.
A young girl lost, who all days lusts for the sweet touch, to be found in her drug.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Tread your path, but know it's the one you choose.
Paths may cross, but all paths are meant to be walked alone.
So don't waste the walk, enjoy the scenery, as you make your path your own.
Because eventually, there is only one place every path will go.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Still a rookie's swing, stuck on the mound, butterflies flying out my gut.
My heart on a string,  yet I'm still asking now if I'll make the cut.
I know I'm not the only name on the draft sheet, but if your nasty, move on past me & treat me harshly.
My perfect game of last week, will be the back pages last story.
Of me a rookie, playing with the pro's a fair match....hardly.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Life's a one way road,
But I don't know, which way Im going.
Right or wrong, which one, can really be chosen.
When the future, no ones knows.
I don't know your past, and you can't tell me my future.
I don't know when it all started, I don't know if their is a God or Lucifer.
I've never met them, only heard of them and was told to connect them.
That one started it all and one rebelled and then never sent,
But then started hell.
Maybe sceptle at low times and hard days.
But at times of need, I have prayed.
But I'm not saying I don't believe what I was told.
It is just I was told, not to believe everythin people say.