Category: Poems

Words-Wonder- Witchcraft-Wonderful- Take as many words as you know and to make them flow mix a potion in one motion in the name of love to hear the one you want say those endearing words you want to hear put … Continue reading “WWWW” →

  Addicted   It has me in its grip blinded by claims of fame promising me what I need   and there’s no letting go while I’m in pain, I believe what I do is okay and     I’ll … Continue reading “I’m certainly addicted” →

My Excuse Is, Born with original sin on my soul. It helped me understand, that in this land, the hand that slapped my ass to make me squall showed I was loved, my Mom said, as the perpetual gleam in … Continue reading “I wanted to write a pretty poem about growing up, but these are the words that came from my head!” →

I don’t need no education. I don’t need no thought control. I’ll paint what I see, like Van Gogh I’LL fill the empty spaces with more of the same until I fill the final place to match the rest, and … Continue reading “Joe’s Wall-All in all it was just painted styrofoam on the wall.” →

Athena’s promise We arrived alive after retro rockets set our craft down on a planet where I told the first woman I met I’d trade my world for hers if I could because I loved the stars shining in all … Continue reading “Athena’s Promise” →

Beer   Beer, give me a beer that’ll disappear my fears. Not just any beer. Give me one brewed with 9% alcohol or more.     Make it dark and bitter if you will. Frost my glass and fill it … Continue reading “Beer,Beer.” →

“Take this pill,” the medicine man said when the moon was overhead, “Strike me dead if it doesn’t make you young and full of pep again.”   I believed his words because; diplomas hanging on his walls put me in … Continue reading “Imagination” →

Just a little I thought, and then a little more and now I know it has me in its grip promising me what I need there’s no letting go. blinded by claims of fame and in pain I believe what … Continue reading “Have a Good One! Easter” →

Because my hands can’t feel the image I see, I know it’s only a shadow of her that has killed the spark and carried the dark and dreary nights into my life. I’m alone again and don’t like darkness that … Continue reading “Her shadow” →

In my empty and quiet house, hot sun crosses my face. No reason to open my eyes or rise has entered my mind because though another day has arrived, I’m wondering why I’m alive. I still survive and feeling good … Continue reading “Testosterone Restored” →