I crossed over moon phases
in a time of winter when whispers...

I'll never stop writing about you.
Upon the day when spring...

If I were to be a Sonnet, per say
the moon would guide a path of silver...

There is a women who
Lingers in thoughtless...

I remained sober for her eyes,
fire water never appealed to me...

A mysterious lady I have become;
for I have located myself within...

I spoke to my father for the last time,
His voice has passed on but he beats...

It was half passed something-
the night I fell deeply for his naked silhouette...

I gazed outside a fog, flamed window.
There were things within a dark sky...

Ever wonder why a tree sheds its bark?
to add another circle of life...

Sobering words escape my pen
silence, a writers addiction...

Born with soft, strong wings
flew into the depths of hell...