Summer 1979-
I felt a heated sun soaking my...
The night we met
I was just an empty shell, of a man...
I love you.
Those three words didn't mean a thing...
My thoughts began to churn rapidly,
looks like it wil be one hell of a night...
Yesterday was a nice birthday
But today I received my present...
The difference between you and I
is that you fit in everywhere...
Dedicated to Uncle Steve Kepros of Iowa, USA
I wish I had Gibran's hand...
Asking this question, I should not
To the person that I knew I hurt a lot...
This may end up in a love story
I did not mean for it to happen...
Come take my hand,
let’s meander with no...
I am my own worst enemy, and the enemy of my enemy...
Memories continue to assuage the longing
not to say goodbye to the days of youth...