Author: headgeek

My poems clatter off your psyche Like Cupid’s arrows against Your diamond heart. Useless.  Spent, and lying on the ground.

The dawn sets our day, as we wake so is our path set as the sun makes its way on the path across to night. Each morn, the coffee calls you from the dreams with positive thoughts no matter how bad it seems in the world around. I prep you each morn with a rose, […]

When you are in a rough patch lean on my shoulder, I will help you through the trials.

You are cold. A manipulator and liar. You use people for amusement, drain them of all they have and are then move on when bored. Narcissist. And yet…. When you laugh the angels join in. When you smile my heart races and warmth spreads through my soul. When you speak the trickling streams fade at […]

I would spend an eternity trying to enthrall you, to entice you and incite you. I would evolve to give you more, be more so there is always excitement, unexpected ideas and issues and games to keep you on edge, wondering “what will he do for me next?”

My words are weak and incomparable. The Song of Songs shames my scrawling. Sapho exceeds my stylings easily. Rumi, Shakespeare, Jeanty all embarrass my scribblings; the poor essays of a love-struck fool. Yet my writing should be extraordinaire, for my Muse is beautiful beyond compare.

If you ask me to help you, I would empty my accounts and soul for you. If you asked me to serve you, I would be your slave willingly bending my back. If you asked me for my blood I would shed my last drop. I would do anything you ask except leaving your life.

Words are inadequate. Symbols are weak. Actions. Actions speak.

I never had a chance. Never allowed the shot to break through, to show what I could truly do. Nothing but an illusion of opportunity, but in reality I never would be allowed to even play the game.

Heather. Lori. Olivia. The name does not matter, only the soul. The soul of an Angel.