I started too late To find my voice Age has made me A slave To everyone But myself

The secrets in your headRemain there foreverArchivedSome agedObsoleteUselessLike youYet you remain trueTo the covenantNever to reveal themNever to open the vault doorAnd let the sun shine inYou are the caretaker of secretsAnd sometimes youEnter the vault of your yesterdaysTo consider what you have seenTo ponder and analyzeAnd wonder if what…

The opportunity to capture the words that give existence meaning is short lived.

You may see me hereBut I am a ghostI am not deadBut I am lost to myselfI have lost my selfAnd if I am lost to my selfWho will you miss when I am goneMy world is darkUnbalancedAll Yin and no YangNo flow to smooth the edgesThe clothes in need…

We lay together for an hour, My hand cupping your breast. I move my hand down to touch you, But your arm, wrapped in the sheet Blocks me like a wall, impenetrable. I move my hand to yours and my thoughts Recall the thick headiness of our love And lust…