Inline

Wasted no time at all,
Headed straight to install,
Executing sprints and dashes, and
Eventually the fall surges,
Laughing adrenaline pumping
Swiftly with the breeze blowing.

Answering Our Prayers

So where to from here,
where hate is feckless
and patience wears.

Not a mailing address,
just feeling of despairs
and of a heart left bare.

As paradox impairs,
and stellar voids of care,
engendering to suppress.

Big Step

It was cold in the room
tensions building despite,
taking a poop her thoughts loom
and went knocking feeling trite;


...and that was the revelation,
I in thankful admiration.

Merry

A season of giving,
a reason worth loving
having the most worthy of a gift
brings my heart to cheer, to lift;
`tis a season, garrison your troops
as we sing hymns and carols in loops,
celebrat'in the birth of Jesus
who have loved us first.

Yellow

I'm ready! I'm ready!
To hit the road
and have a date
with my baby!

C'mon woohoo!
Done the chores
and packed up,
now I'm good!

Holidays

Leisure leisure, a time to catch these forty winks,
adulating treasures secured in cuff links;
Pausing a moment, appreciating the time gone

As at this second of time I am able to evaluate
the examination results and performance
not to mention an accompany of darling romance
with qualitative bonds aggressively accentuate,

at all times; left not alone.

An Ode to December 2010

Whereof I write, I wrote them in time
There off in a loft a space entirely mine;
Gripping a pen and paper, letting flow,
Words to bump in itself invoking glow,
Evoking emotions to muster a stir
As I remember today I bestir
Of our timely union, a year-long given
With many more ahead thriven..

..to our anniversary ♥

Square Chest

Rustic and forgotten,
a common misconception;
but to what treasure lies within
is what the eyes have yet but seen.

I am not one who knows of absolute
but only as to what I comprehensibly conclude,
of the treasure that I have but found,

In a box ... I am home now.

Circumference

In a Texan home
where I'd bum and stone,
I saw tumbleweeds rolling,
gone miles with the wind;
it got me etching and sketching,
thinking, a deep longing in mind,
of the love taken for granted.

Holiday

A lasting mode
in a cherishing tone,
are the days I have been
happy, happier even
in my dreams, I escape
to this day and state.