Golden Green Leaves
A whispering cold autumn breeze,
rustled the crisp, golden green leaves.
An open blue sky,
free to the cold.... more »
The truth is truth-less, minus the T.
The truth is truth-less, truthfully.
The truth is tried, tested and taught.
The truth lied, was bested and bought.... more »
A drowsy droop of the eyes,
Until they remain closed,
Thoughts slip from focus,... more »
Time Is Money
Time is money,
or so they say.
But yet can money,
buy time the same?... more »
Poe was young once,
Which is precisely what makes it old.... more »
When I Write
Why, when I write,
do I feel I must be smart?
As if some complexity,
would bring added heart.... more »