• Poetry


    Lakes of soft crimson, brown, and yellow ripple at the feet.
    Every leafy descent, a hypnotic beat,
    Observed by the discerning few,
    As the World waves bye to the morning dew.

    Barren sun lined limbs lie in a cluster,
    Hopes whiff and twirl with every bluster,
    Startled birds begin to shuffle and jeer,
    For they know winter will be long this year.

  • Poetry


    A fire that burns eternally within,

    For the touch of your skin.

    A fire that encapsulates every palisade,

    That flows like a great crusade,

    For the chance to be played.

    Red-hot embers that glow at my feet,

    Cause the fire to grow with fierce heat.

    Every ripple of flame,

    That runs up my knees,

    Causes me to increase a few degrees.

    Every time I am in your presence,

    That flame climbs with great haste.

    As the flame courses up my waste,

    I feel as though I am being chaste.

    As the blaze begins to flutter up my chest,

    My heart starts to mutter,

    A word that I dare not utter.

    A word for my beloved,

    That will never go unloved,

    For I’m ablaze from stem to stern,

    With your captivating charm.