Is Poetry Dying? Poetry is no longer spoken with joy on the lips of men Lovers don’t feel ashamed of the falsehood in their hearts Although there abound wonderful poets Could the death of poetry thus begin? If I borrow my voice to the wind Who will hear my wails? Two jubilees, one silver […]Read more "Is Poetry Dying?"
Crying Out To Thee… I may be frustrated, lost and empty But Even when I am at my lowest ebb When nothing seems to be working right for me I still call unto Thee… Do not despise Thy name on my lips! Would You blot Thine ears to my cries? Will my troubles mean nothing […]Read more "Crying Out To Thee…"
Our Famous Kiss… We walked on forbidden grounds, daring all the gods! It was not our first… Though you were shy and uncertain The kiss was our famous!! Rigid as always and dramatizing every moment of our time together Everything was like a play I was holding your hands From the corner of my eyes, […]Read more "Our Famous Kiss…"