Poetry
Thanksgiving
St. Nicolas be ye certain still, a fortnight twixt yet to pass afore ye be at sill! Hold taught this day whence of love and thanks be filled. Let nay dreary thoughts befuddle our minds, for hope and thanks should Read more…
St. Nicolas be ye certain still, a fortnight twixt yet to pass afore ye be at sill! Hold taught this day whence of love and thanks be filled. Let nay dreary thoughts befuddle our minds, for hope and thanks should Read more…
Light to Dark Dark to Light I embark once again into the Night Soft to Hard Hard to Soft I close my fists and endure the fight Hate to Love Love to Hate For what I wish tis life to Read more…
Quiet nights alone on a hill top stars gleaming bright a gentle breeze I alone on this hill to wonder, what my future holds. Unknown Date
From the heart with the Sweet songs and a melody With thine eyes my heart doth leap Ever so hoping of you I may keep A love to call my own An yet to share and to hold Forever and Read more…
if a picture paints a thousand words your face holds a million more. your grace, your beauty are what i want i want to touch your rose petal lips caress your breasts run my fingers along your stomach i want Read more…
under a brightly moonlit night sky To the sky I reach my hand I beg to goddess and god alike eyes and body filled with emotion as I cry I ask for death and worse to be my fate it Read more…
I cannot describe the pain, the pain of not being with you. I wish to be by your side always, but now, it is a parting that lies before us, years gone by, words unsaid, and now, to late was Read more…