Hard standard
I’ll never forgive
people who hurt others and
myself, most of all.
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The fire which went out
I just want to hold her,
I just wish I’d told her
how much she meant,
how she was heaven-sent
but that spark grew colder.
The taste of love
It is tomorrow
and the feeling of your kiss
is still lingering.
Smokey souls, ashen spirits
This shaded barroom
certainly isn’t heaven
but it has spirit.
Courageous courtship
How do I tell her
what I’m feeling inside;
what I’m trying to hide?
Honesty’s a lure
that promises a cure,
but that I’ve tried
and been denied.
Of truth I am unsure.
But if I hide my face
and run away…
if I so fear disgrace,
then why should they stay?
So I once again, with bravery,
face the consequences of my honesty.
The incredible, edible egg
Eggs are so useful
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner –
they’re renaissance food.
Faith for the Broken, the Lonely, and the Damned
How do you let someone in
when the weight of your sin
would mark your hands in red
and chase them far from your bed…
How do you even begin?
Corporate Continental
I like my pancakes
in silver dollar towers
with butter rooftops.
Labourer’s lunch
Give me today’s soup
and half of a club sandwich,
please hold the mayo.
Temptress
Little black dress,
such a mess;
you reveal, yet deny,
and draw every wanton eye.
Gold hair,
down to her derriere;
but between her thighs?
Are her tresses lies?
Red lips,
tempting a kiss;
she’ll make you pay
and draw your soul away.
Pale demeanor,
contrary to the demon in her.
A (wise) man of two faces 