What Do I Do With My Words

What do I do with my words How do I contain when they start to leak Like the Little Dutch Boy Who’s listening when I start to speak But I can’t worry about the audience I’ve got to keep playing my own tune The steady groover with the proper notes When it comes to ourContinue reading “What Do I Do With My Words”

She Controlled His Soul

She controlled his soulWigglin’ when he spooned herFrom the very first introductionHe knew he’d never be immune to herShe took these matters of seductionSeriously – made him sound like a croonerBut she still had those butterfliesWhenever he came home for a nooner

The Wind Howling At Midnight

  The wind howling at midnightBroken windows – open to the outside airExposed to the communal by-passerHer soul had fallen into disrepairFatigue & listless emotions manifestingImmune to careless complimentsTime to pause & regroup her focusHappiness born from common sense