Is it cathartic to bare your soul? Is there an up-tick from sharing the whole? When demons are gathered does it help to slay? Or are angels and demons best kept away? I struggle for answers and find there are none. I look at the questions and there is just one. Does word-play heal … Continue reading
The moving finger flips the bird
Beware those who’re quick to love.
The hottest love is soonest cold The higher stakes, the faster fold Love is bodies, bought and sold A bastard trade o’erlain with gold
I was never as naked again
She says my feet are clay..
I’m always outside, not looking in
I was but a faded verse Annotated on a page Not one stroke could I reverse Though I struggled for an age The dog-eared corner of the book Half-hidden like a venal sin Turned down, so you’d overlook The dark inked stain that lay within And time helped further to erase And no … Continue reading
No love ever ended in poetry….