Pointless crimes
that happen every day...

Country Comfort
Honeysuckle on the vine...

I cry unto thee
Dost thou hunger linger deep...

Upon endless pages the ink has dried
Tear stained paper from where I've cried...

Asphalt steams from summer heat
Rain cools down the city street...

Her Momma passed in childbirth
when she was just thirteen...

A realm of hell within our minds doth teach
Places that even the darkness cannot reach...

They saddle up their horses and head into town
Staring straight ahead as town folk gather round...

Bad Day
Wanting to scream "life's just not fair&quot...

Liberty Cries
Around a harbor full of lies...

Curses! My wretched thoughts forced my stay
Upon the desk pen and papers in disarray...

To Parchment From Quill
(Inspired by the poetry of Billy Rob...