Perfectly Lined Rows Of Trees

Perfectly lined rows of trees Our escape from the mundane Shaking away tilted visions Of a ghostly morning train Remembering her latent beauty No place for such fickle motions Return to living your current life Set gently against the Atlantic Ocean

The John Wayne Type

I admit I’m not the John Wayne type I’m not one who wants to fight Though, I’m not afraid of confrontations I’d just love rather love my woman by candlelight I’m a sensitive soul I’ve been called needy, immature & worse I just want the time to write of my emotions Creating a universe intoContinue reading “The John Wayne Type”

My Eye Keeps Twitching

My eye keeps twitching My soul being crushed by this stress No one wants to hear my bitching Pondering how to get out of this mess I’ve got to look out for #1 Everyone else is doing the same Need to survive until the setting sun I’ve always heard I’m in a losing game

Flipping Through Magazines

Flipping through magazines Trying to find my darling girl She’s been gone awhile now She left to see the world She’ll be coming home soon & we can end this silly game My God, I love her so But she doesn’t know my name