DYING ROSE
I’ve failed to understand the fire that burns within the rose. Never really grasped the ambiance from it Grown to shun its presentation, arrogant to
SOUR
She’s got me drowning in that deep pool Torn apart into mite million pieces My head filled with images of her dark eyes Mind sucked
ROAD THROUGH HELL
I can see the clouds gather in the North, dark angry and heavy The thunder hitting harder and much more felt now Their eyes moving
THE GOLDEN SEAT
I can see the clouds gather in the North, dark angry and heavy The thunder hitting harder and much more felt now Their eyes moving
THE BLACK NIGHT
Screams tore through the thickness of the darkened night Her terrified wails weaving a sad song through the village She’d lost her love and her
DADDY’S GIRL
Time was nigh Her pulse nothing short a sledge hammer Seated on that very bed, where Where she knew he’d wend to first His alcohol
BLURRED BLEMISH
I’ve heard of beauties and beasts Got an image of fair and fairer Seen them in those shows Where we all awed upon their gorgeous
BLISS!!!
He held my hands at the door Placed a light kiss upon them Sparkling embers rose from my heart He chased me in that beautiful
BROKEN FAITH
At times, I’m floating on the deep waters of His love Rollicking with no care for what the world held High, untamed from no joy
THE BREWING POT
There’s a pot by the mountain side Barbarously dark even inside A darkened city from its looming might Numbed spirits now a common sight A
