Didn’t We Almost Have It All


I sit in this wild loud room with many different thoughts and dofferent conversations going on in every direction of the room. Not one more standing out then the other. Noise levels raising and falling like heavy drops of rain As I sit here listening not rwally ease dropping on one one subject or anotherContinue reading “Didn’t We Almost Have It All”


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If I were the sun And if you were the moon Two objects far apart But connected at the soul Drifting Dancing Twirling silently Eyes locked Arms outstretched Yet never quite touching hands If I were the sun And you the moon I would give my entire universe All the stars…

Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You


Whats the matter here Your sitting on the side of a rainy street Stairing at the puddles glistening in the moonlight watching each raindrop plop down making each and every ring like the tears falling from within your eyes Yet you ask what’s the matter with me That is a question raising in my mindContinue reading “Stop Asking What’s The Matter With Me, What’s The Matter With You”

Chances Of Change


Each day I live watching each passing hour wondering if this will be the year that the man that my eyes focus on in my dreams will finally come and sweep me off my feet. Running away to earths end over mountains and hills past meadowlands and through valleys leaving all dismays and my oldContinue reading “Chances Of Change”