Inspiration, Poetry



When you serve up love’s tall order.


When we approach the cosmic border.

How many lives do you care to live with me?

We come, we see, we conquer,

Co-sign my darling valentine,

Because we’re destined to push love’s limit by 2 or 3.

On love’s aromatic ambrosia we will dine.

Cuz this love’s divine.

Cuz our love’s so fine.

Our circle of love knows one curl.

This love puts me on nine.

And this love’s all mine.

Just as smoke belongs to the unfurl.

Freeverse, Writing Therapy

Future Memories


The corners of my mind confine time.
The true memories play in rewind.
Our memories refuse to stay behind,
Complacent with overstepping the line,
We’ve defined

Those sweet, distant memories
Those once infant memories
Like the moon replaces the light, memories
Let it loose inside, great memories

Remember the sultry summertimes?
Days spent wrapped in hammocks, favorite pastime
Nights spun in wanderlust of our passion prime
I miss you today, a cruel love crime


Light the corners of my mind, memories
Let go the tears of behind, distant memories
Can’t wait to share these memories,
Soon to be precious memories.



Our Love

I know you’re the one. Aren’t you appalled?
Why are you always so cool? Like you were already involved.
You cuddle me so hard. Your scent the scent of man meat.
You tickle me too hard. Your long fingers a quick release.

I feel the world spins when I’m with you. Aren’t you enthralled?
Why are you so true? Like this isn’t a Paul.
We drag and drop away to bliss.
Oh what freshness is this.

The vibe is set and you’re the truth. My eyes are set, we’re good.
We babble on and on an on, like the inability to end a poem.
We drag and drop until we dismiss.
Oh, what spottieottieidopaliciousness is this?


Use Me

Trust me. Love me. I need you around.
Touch me. Lose me. She needs this.
Would you believe me if I said I’m in love?
Or would you turn away the dove?

I need you to trust me. This is my first time around.
I need you to touch me. She needs this loss.
I know you believe in this love.
Or do you only believe in the above?

Don’t trust me. I don’t need the shame this time around.
Don’t need you to touch. She doesn’t need be lost again.
Don’t believe in love.
Don’t believe in this love.


Freeverse poetry

Don’t waste this high
We’re too far up for us to go back to life
How can we look down when I’m looking at you
You give me life, I can feel the changes.
I can feel the dangers. Even a small lighter burns a bridge.
I can’t feel the gains. We’re too elevated.

Don’t waste this time.
We don’t have too much left don’t burn this bridge.
How can you look away when I’m dead in your face.
I thought I gave you life, that you could feel the changes.
You can see the faces. You can see the lives of the famous.
You feels the lows. We’re lost through the famous.



We’re just beach bums,
falling, yowling, howling, tumbling
To the place where we once grew.

She’s just my beach bum,
patrolling, holding, folding, my tumble,
To the place where she once knew.

They will beach bum it, too–rowing, mowing, towing, my nimble,
To the place where they’re so new.