Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

This Pirate Is An Old Wives’ Tale

This Pirate is an old wives’ talePassed on by sorority sisters these daysMythical pleasure & infatuation –Fluttering love; let them count the waysWorld renowned for his nautical exploitsBut it’s not true they were all naughtyLegends told of a bad boy untrue, forThat infamous passion belongs to only one hottie

Passing quietly in the night

Passing quietly in the night Unbeknownst to a blind eye Distractions turning nervous Youthful visions of a divided sky Perpetual beauty left ravished Smudged but steady on course Redemptions readily available Without the gale’s full force