Poetry Book

The Blade (A Poem)

I wonder to whom I owe this pleasure Of some distorted story line In some unholy scene of bloodless torture As if some common pretentious wannabe  Has reigned over me like a troubled god.   […]

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We are Lovers Still

Imagine the rawness of it all The time we shared, the sweet smell Of love cascading through our minds. Remember the rapture The beauty we had to stop But could never end…never end.   Feel […]

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For Eternity

Smell…see…hear…feel…taste It all in a million glorious moments The rush is nearly too much to bear As I sink into Her soul.   To feel…it…again My eyes well up in tearful praise Of what my […]

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