Just the two of us can be quite romantic
no beating hearts need to be frantic...

School.
Fall semester has started again...

I'm sitting through another lecture
from a teacher to his class...

Sleeping, I dream of beautiful words precisely...
Beneath my eyelids, stanzas overflowing with ideas...

Certain words should never be forgotten in any...
Everything about the world we live in is finite...

It's the fall
Warm days abound without humidity...

What to write?
It's the most base, simplistic question that seems...

See 'em on street corners walking to work
or in dark alleys taking garbage out the back door...

It is more than a love. Not just because one loves...

Wisdom
subtle timeless...

I walk the halls of remembrance
opening doors of long stashed-away memories...

Riding through the streets looking out the windows...
at the dark, concrete sidewalks scattered with...