Oh Mirror I stand in front of thee,
And peer inside your realm of glee...
A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...
This is a sonnet I wrote, that dates back to at...
What is Love??? (English sonnet...
Frustration was his comb
as he smoothed his hair...
Scarlet lights shining
John pays for Jezebel's smile...
Lately, I've felt
like a tourist inside...
Ghosts of memories
are manifest in the fog...
If I could buy tears in a grocery store
I'd grab a can, because I'm not done...