Love is only two parts joy.

State of Depression It's true. We're here because we also fell. First into love, then down into despair Where razor sharp rocks stripped our fingers bare. On blood soaked walls we slid down into hell; Our pain could not be confined to a cell. Few dare to travel so far beneath care, Afraid of breaking, stumbling from up there To the end of the rope hung in this well. There are two choices left for we this deep: One to wait here and hope, the other, sleep. The ropes are tattered, frayed thread...

You've taken it upon yourself to die, For a passionless life is none at all, And everyone who knows you asks you why. Do you decide to fail before you try, Ignoring the sweet dreams your heart hears call? You've taken it upon yourself to die. None too quickly creeps close the day you'll lie Down into the ground with your final fall When everyone who knows you asks you why. In unison the world will hear the cry Of all who would have loved you better bawl; "Why'd you take it upon yourself to di...

Inflated floating fallacies, Fought from friends and family Left loafing languidly In a corner by the chair, Within weeks wasted, withering, Wilting for want of wisdom won, Breath-birthed, banishment begun, Ignorance issued air. Have hastened heated hearts, Hallowed, hovering heavenward, Succumbed in silence? It’s absurd, To find they’re lying there! Dreams drifting dawn to dusk, Duress directs them down to dust Where atrophy does as it must; Though, it surely isn’t fair.

I The descent down Church Hill is lined with trees. With their limbs stretched up to heaven in praise They form a cathedral roof with a maze Of boughs intertwined to catch the disease That falls from the firmament to appease The lusts of earthly thirsting hearts ablaze As though the balm of rain would aptly raze This passion that would incinerate seas. Yet do I love without reason or rhyme! In fact, all stands against this blaze to try To extinguish it with tears and a sigh Before all is engu...

A woman has a touch, sometimes gentle sometimes rough But unequivocally feminine all the same. Her touch is tied to feeling, directly to her heart, So bruised or broken gestures could be ripping her apart. Fingertips and lips can reach and lift her spirit So be careful, 'cause it's fragile; you must be sure to keep it. A woman has a sound, a song, a symphony, It starts with just her name. It contains all the notes of happiness and pain. Her laughter is contagious; it's the chorus others sing...

A gargantuan man, you could reveal His soft silken skin, worn thin to the core, Peel it away, the scarred waxen seal, Beneath all that is aged, mortal, and sore, Lies a treasure miraculously kept. It’s guarded by steel, a cynical mind, Dissuading most from venturing inept, Continuing past this danger to find A storeroom of riches, acres of gold, Every manner of wealth, ingeniously Hid, piled high, far as the eye can behold! Nigh all stop midst that cold pliable sea; They drown in torment ‘ere...

-Happy Thanksgiving! -Welcome, come in, so glad you could join us. -I guess that makes everyone. -Smells delicious. -It’s quite a spread. -Sure is. -Looks like you’ve outdone yourselves again. -I wouldn’t have believed it could be done. -Oh, stop. -No really, there’s something for everyone here. -And then some. -Let’s gather around, please. -Everyone! -Stop it you two! -We’re going to say grace. -Would you do the honors? -Certainly. We are gathered here as friends and family to share in one a...

I can still taste it, the flavor, the spice, The burning sensation running right through From my lips to my heart; this will suffice. I won with a single toss of the dice! I drank the victor's wine dining with you; I can still taste it, the flavor, the spice. It's mine to savor, gripped tight in a vice Of virtuous longing, just to be true, From my lips to my heart; this will suffice. I've counted no costs and still paid the price; Nothing could ever be given in lieu. I can still taste it! The...

I’ve Shared a Poet’s Wish… I too wished such a wish and laid down such a dream, Though she dressed in night to dance with him, Then slid my dreams around her feet after tearing them at the seam, Though she trampled them into dust to mix with dirt and worse - I heard their broken presence protest before the vows were said - Still, with heart and dreams so broken, must I love her ‘til I’m dead? I can make out shadows in the darkness past the door; I venture to the threshold. I can’t tread upon ...