I am
A newly opened bistro
My menu offers two options
Hope with a side of love
And life with a side of adventure
All are welcome
No shoes, no shirt
Who cares
Just check your limitations
At the door
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
I am
A newly opened bistro
My menu offers two options
Hope with a side of love
And life with a side of adventure
All are welcome
No shoes, no shirt
Who cares
Just check your limitations
At the door
The timing is right
Clock strikes midnight
Hearts are aflame
All is fair game
Mortal elation
Lust of loins
Anguish of mind
The poet’s soul
Rips through
The body
A bloody pen
Fashioning a symphony
Of impassioned prose
The poet
A composer of
Profound inspiration
Fold me up
And place me
In a pocket
Near your heart
At day’s end
Hold me in
The palm of your hand
Or tears may flow
And I will fall to pieces
Don’t let me down
Offer your hand
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Open your heart
Time’s running out
–
Don’t let me down
Once is enough
Time’s running out
Waiting for that epiphany
That one strike of lightning
That brings one to their knees
Causing an explosion inside
Not to be ignored
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting for that spark
That never comes
Do not convict me
Heartless
I will not be condemned
To a loveless life
You will not imprison me
In this coffin called
US
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
Reaching that high
When all seems to
Piece together
Time is in sync
Lovers in tune
Life is bliss
As change engulfed her
Fear flooded to the surface
Trust calmed the fierce tides