Poets Tea

if  ever im around the way; welcome me with a warm cup of tea

with a sip we shall speak in poetry; like-minded

as words unravel our day will be spent; my travel not in vain

If ever I’m around the way inspire my mind with creative light

while our day is lost to poems yet noted

I will leave not in dismay; In knowing this day was kind to a poets sight

If ever im around the way


the strength of a wave
Crashing thrashing fighting it’s way
That was she
The eagles defined sight
Strong and true never missing it’s pray
That was she
The sun’s bright light Warm inviting
That was she
Wondrous were the onlookers as she lay still no breath lingers
her fight over her
strength diminished
Inspired were we
That was she


She held it in while
cringing at night
They were well she was not hearts drownings from years of tears
Taste of fear lips trembling she spoke lost
A mind doomed from such emotional fate her senses wild without origin
Tears pooled in eyes confused
this unknown fear
No more does she want to see the world’s painful fate drowning in hate lost in ignorance condemned by false pride she cries

My child

Moon beams dance Delicately
Across curious wide eyes
Mystic light dances in a innocent frame
Within that light

I vow,
To shield you from
Bitter cold; that bites your toes 
From Vicious souls who intend to harm the beauty and charm of your heart.

Perceptions change in a night
Like an old oak tree bold, free
Heavens lights still shines
With laughter and years it’s brilliance perseveres you grow

Just as my life light shines to guide you with each step as you go innocence fades as wisdom grows you my child I will forever hold
Shining in my soul.


As the night lingers slowly punishing.
You seem so far this pillow I hold close to my heart leaning into the sheets missing your scent.
time seems so cruel without you. cold is the spot where you warmth once dwelled missing is the love in this cold nights bed longing for your chest to place my head.
wanting your touch, our harmonious laughter in the midst of this dreary bed. Your eyes so wondrous gazing as we kiss our lips addicted to the movement the taste. Tonight I will crave you the warmth the taste the smell my senses muted by the absence of you.


Blurred are the lines of a story unwritten

Lost in words of gray
Close was your beating heart to my pen

Shades of gray that should have bleed

No certain light could change life
Between the lines

Meaningless is the origins of a world of no words

Yet they are written in gray
watching the salty stream seep from page to page

He has Risen

Day broke upon the pain filled night, with a joyous cry

He has risen

isolated by stone was this tomb of despair and pain

He has risen

left was nothing! but the shadows of a tomb

Hope fills the air

a promise he kept with such pain endured

He has risen

wood and nails ridiculed and shamed

cleansed by his blood

we are loved and forgiven

He has risen

Winters wind

Subdued; silence whispers in winters frigid wind
As night surrounds strong 
Uninvited emotions
filled of truth overcome the lonesome
Weeping scared of nights unwanted dreams
tears a steady stream, rushing, pouring
Once so young filled of
oh minds of the innocent
they sleep softly sweetly
Loves delirious sleep filled rooms of two; they drifted softly slowly into laughters unwanted sleep

Wind of winters past carry the laughter the innocence to the Weeping
joyous are memories to still the night
subdue us frigid winter wind in your liquid crystal dance
Beautiful destruction in your path
This body blanketed by your cold embrace comfort the last beat of a lonesome heart
found by
springs warm light.

In love

In the midst of loves beginning
Once set apart two hearts
Can be mended

In times awkward stance
we beg fate to give into chance
Can we be mended?

In lose
In love
In pain
In happiness

We were tested In the midst of loves new beginning

Laughter eased the pain

New life gave way to lose

Aged by years of life 
Tears lead the way

Wrinkled by moons envious sun
Happiness was branded in loves


A dance

The cold Nights translucent whispers wither a fading light

furious is the fire blazing foretold with unspoken curious nights

How? why? must we abide by these unspoken denials.

A truth so pleasing yet denied
A withered light
Foretold through furious fires

No truth no light no fire just a
Curious dreamers dreams dancing in the night.

Gazing Stars seem to ask
How many nights can a dreamer dance?

As dawn pulls from nights heavy grasp
Light surrounds embraces a last

Warm is the day as denials become truth

Whisper sweet light wash away the night
I can dance no more