First time, you conquered  and stole my heart. That day, my soul  found yours. First night, you recieved, but gave more. My heart, over filled  with love. My soul, taught to cherish and adore.    

The dreams come back to me Just as real as when it happened Questions I ask myself  Five years seem like days Missing your smile and  Watching you laugh at gym time Holding you and feeling your pain Watching you slip away Reading the reports of things they did to you The final day they were taken away I look up at the stars and feel you're safe  I reach out I miss you j.c. I'm sorry I didn't do more.      

The house stood at the entrance to the block, dwarfing all the other houses. John and Alice learned a bit of the history of the house from the previous owner, who was a bit of an amateur historian. The original owner of the house, a Mr. Reginald Bowens--the man who built it, gave it life, brought it into the world--was a railroad scion for C&S Railways. The smaller houses in the neighborhood that huddled under the house’s...

As his band stepped onto the stage, Tyrone stole a moment to sip his dirty martini. He ran his tongue along his upper lip as he admired the glass, savoring the lingering taste of the alcohol. With a contented sigh, he got up and walked onto the stage. During his break, the din of the bar had swelled to a jumbled murmur. The restless audience had taken to chattering over clinking glasses filled with liquor to lighten moods...

Four twenty, Sunday afternoon Baking heat, it’s late in June Abandoned in sad clouds of dust Left by departing Greyhound bus   Besieging desolation follows me This ghost town place of memories I’d broke off young, just seventeen For things I saw in magazines   Now here I am, back on Nowhere Boulevard   In beaten boots and ragged jeans, Empty pockets and black Ramones tee A once pretty girl comes up to me Her battered heel...

A penguin walks into a local little dive bar. The neon sign in the window didn't just flash “open” like most. She blinked as it flashed "Dirty Martini served here.” It was 4:20pm when she climbed up on the empty barstool and placed her most prized possession, a battered guitar case that held a Gibson Les Paul guitar, on the stool beside her. She had inherited the guitar from an unknown source. It came in the mail with a n...

I lit the J between my lips and sucked its smoke deep into my fifty-year-old lungs. I held my breath and let it coat me inside. I sucked in more air to expand them further; to expose more tissue to the smoke. The deep recesses expand and then extract what they can before I blow the cleansed smoke out my nose. I never let my weed simply leave my mouth. No sense letting good shit escape into the air. I didn’t know the chick...

A hundred little monkeys are jumping on the bed, One shouts Sexist, thumps another on the head. A third little monkey who was jumping on the bed Pointed out the inaccuracy of what the first one said. A fourth little monkey said the third one was wrong. The fifth little monkey cried, “Why can’t we get along?” The sixth little monkey quoted Maya Angelou And the seventh little monkey said, “I never knew.” The eighth little m...

His little black bookA mystery to mostOne could take a lookBut never figure out the host To understand his madness His scribblings and suchYou had to explore the brightnessHis mind often touched The entries were enigmasA code so well keptLike entry number 420 said,“@6pm Gibson Les Paul guitar” To the naked eyeIt didn’t mean muchHe was clever but shyWhich was always my hunch Always willing to give a lessonBut that was cert...

There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...

You are so ageless You are so beautiful You are so spirited You are so charming   You are so sensual You are so inviting You are so gorgeous You are so alluring   You are so strong You are so independent You are so everything You are so scary   You are so wanted You are so desired You are so needed You are so lusted   You are so many things You are so God’s gift You are so all anyone could want You are so more than I can...

The world around,bustle and noise.People running,never slowing.You are taught,smile and press on.Day to weeks,then turns to years.One's darkness slowly creeps,as the drapes drop down.O it may be high noon,but darkness feasts.All around people hurry,will but one stop and ask?To pull the drapes up,allowing the bright back in.So the battle continues,today darkness is vanquished.But today is not tomorrow.People running never...

I'm scared Shaking in my boots What if they don't like me Or I'm not good enough I'm short Ways are strange to some Papa looked and smiled Touching my heart  As he said once more Be yourself  Stand tall and proud No matter what you do Someone will find fault See with your eyes Feel with your heart Listen to your music Follow the beat of your drum Touch each life you meet Let them see you If their heart is blind They will...

A tall tree strong and upright, A tree flowing amid rocks and fern, A songbird's call.   These mark the path Upward, to where the damp turf Springs under feet no longer dryshod   There, where sky and earth and water meet, There, lie hidden in a rocky cleft A pearl and a rose petal.   I will cherish them forever.  

A strange thing happened the other day. I'm not sure whether the time had anything to do with it because it was only four-twenty in the afternoon and the rush hour hadn't yet got under way. Anyway, as I unwrapped my Penguin bar I saw a man sitting on the pavement outside a record shop. I remember distinctly the neon 'open' sign in the window above him flashing erratically on and off in the fading light. As I approached I...