Why are
people mean
because they’ve
been hurt
or because
they mean
to hurt
I myself
keep hurt
never spreading
it around
like manure
for hurt
kills everyone
unlike manure
which grows
Category: Poetry
Now
There sitting
sleepily watching
me here
both us
bathing in
dancing firelight
shadows move
like secrets
lips to
ear back
becoming one
the closer
to kiss
we come
IfYou’d
I am
for all
and anything
my kingdom
I give
my whisper
as wind
my tears
as rain
my heartache
as snow
I’d give
this everything
just as
I have
done before
if you
would be
my sun
SuchIs
Such is
my life
I’ve done
everything I’ve
wanted to
so what’s
there left
to do
just write
and love
and enjoy
my place
in Heaven
early here
on Earth
doing just
those things
LoveLife
I miss this
liking someone so
much that I
don’t care anymore
liking someone so
much that caution
is thrown out
and I just
become this thing
being for no
other reason than
just to like
that other thing
this is living
ones love life
