Husband. Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor.
If Only I Had Abs
If only I had abs... everyone would stop and stare. If only I had abs... I sure would feel rare! If only I had abs... I'd look so great on the beach.
Like an Orgasmic Release
A poem written well is like an orgasmic release, may the carefully placed words of this poem never cease. Leaving you breathless and calm,
I can hear your heart beat, as we lay here together on loveseat. I didn't think that God made people like you, but the test of time has proven true.
Some rose up fast Others took on a slower pace The dice was cast Some were holding onto an ace Degrees meant little or much
We sit together in comfy home. Picking the words apart with a fine tooth comb. What did the writer mean? What kinds of things had he seen?
The Grim Creeper
There once was a grim creeper; He used to be quite the sleeper, Until one day he awoke from Death's first kiss, Up from the darkest abyss.
We Three Brothers
We three brothers went separate ways Through life we plunged, sifting through the maze One of us, led to instruct youthful minds
Broken and Beautiful
You're broken and beautiful. I know you don't believe me, just wait, you see. That dysfunctional family you came from, who offered you no hope, or useful crumb,