Thyme has the fragrance
Of things left undone
It’s floral yet green
Like all who’ve begun
Those who are sage
Know its essence is brief
And savor the seconds
With gusto not grief.
Thyme has the fragrance
Of things left undone
It’s floral yet green
Like all who’ve begun
Those who are sage
Know its essence is brief
And savor the seconds
With gusto not grief.
Nostalgia makes me weep
As all the vows I failed to keep
Impale me, and the wound is deep
Sweet irony makes me laugh
Knowing that my greatest gaffe
Will wind up as my epitaph.
On this day I wish for you
Love and joy the whole time through
The greatest gift that one can share
Is showing others that you care
If she’s hot
And you’re not
You’ll find out life is cruel
And what’s more
If you’re poor
She’ll treat you like a fool
Your only chance
Is do a dance
And hope she thinks you’re cool.
You can always tell when the façade falls down
The moment that smile turns to a frown
And it’s almost always at the same time
As when they discover you don’t have a dime.
My father followed the system
Until the day he died
The system never knew him
And certainly never cried
Losing a number means nothing
When numbers are all you’re about
Arithmetic needs no conviction
For numbers are always devout.
Shines with light around herself
A demon with horns and coarse hair
Exchanging gifts, a contradictory pair
Beside a tree that's all aglow
With christmas lights and glinting snow.
I guess it’s time for me to write
They brushed me off another night
You’d think the easel would be free
With all the exposure they get from me.
I love colors
Yes I do
Infatuated
With every hue
Each one fills me
With delight
I love colors
It’s black and white.
Were every star a word
The sky could not contain
The list of feelings stirred
When you make reason wane
Your elegance and form
Delightfully ignite
Within my soul a storm
Whose fury I invite
To wash away the pain
That lingers like a curse
As I strive to shed the plain
And join your universe.
Greet the day
With a loving heart
It’s the only way
To a joyful start
The days are long
There will be grief
Keep passion strong
For life is brief.
Seven at a rip
You’re going to lose your grip
And then you’ll see just how far
Everything starts to slip
They already messed with art
Don’t expose your heart
Or they will give you such a scar
Your pride will ever smart.
Breaking bread?
Then use your head
And try some sharpened steel instead
But if you must
Clean up your dust
Or you’ll disturb the upper crust.
I watched a graceful swan swim by
Without a single ripple made
And thought about my life for I
Leave no traces where I wade.