Category: Poetry

The most beautiful of peoples, So full of charm Are often duplicitous And seek to do you harm.

Words are weak. Actions speak.

My angel has been led astray, Playing with the devils in the dark. Who knew her heart would wander away And leave me crying and lost?

The wind howls through the trees Like the pain screams through my soul, Lost and agonizing Over your loss.

I miss you, even if I never really knew you.

Discipline is Trading the convenient For the excellent.

As I was driving home I broke down. Not the car; Me. I broke down crying, For your pain That makes you Fly.

I treasured every moment with you But it was all fool’s gold.

The only ones who are “discrete” do bad things, like spies. Or a spouse that cheats, or other people that tell lies.

You were the spark That ignited a flame Burning my soul. The Phoenix, Enflamed Reborn.