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I am exact; precise. Faithful-and proud. I bare you, just as you are. My judgement-cold, too true; unaffected- by my love, Or your fear.   I sit back staring at you. Your features, in the dim light enhanced. I sit back and stare. I show you what I ...

Dear Readers, Alice is fearless, fun & some would say, crazy. But she LOVES to give advice from her unique perspective: she is living in 1872, is fictional & irreverent.....Brace yourselves.....This is not ...

Alice is fearless, fun & some would say, crazy. But she LOVES to give advice from her unique perspective: she is living in 1872, is fictional & irreverent.  Brace yourselves.   ...

I’m fit and healthy a young man’s dream But no-one is what they seem I took a tumble and it all went black I then knew I wasn’t coming back   The hurt and the ...

The scribe scribbled on, long into the night. His pencil dulled as did the candle light.             He shivered with cold and his fingers ached, But he had a mission, and it could ...

Sunday dawns bright on autumn aspens.  Tender early light quickens clarity. Computer hum confines, cozy walls close in. Pull on jeans and boots, escape to solitude retreat to canyons where bracing breezes   stir crisp October grass.   Cross and re-cross dry Four-mile Creek. Hop ...

It’s my birthday today and I’m four. I don’t know what being four years old will mean, but yesterday no one gave me presents and today I’ve got tons. I ...

Avert your eyes please, I am naked. Didn't know what to wear, which body stance to assume, when I chanced to come here. Thank you, you may look now. Casually dressed, in a nonchalant sort ...

I saw your lambent grace in the mirror of my heart A thought brightened as does the light in the dark The time changed The hearts blamed The emotions hijacked and the mirror cracked The desolate cries of ...

Fingers numb with bitter cold Chilled down to the bone In hoarfrost glow the wanderer treks So far his sojourn's grown So far away his target lies Yet he's so far from his home Journeying steadily ...

Inspired by  'Ode on a Grecian Urn'  by John Keats   The Poet, like a warrior, guards against the erosion of years. Capturing a moment with sweet rhyme or flowing verse, A perverse need ...

The currents of desire linger in lonely wait, As a subtle translation of secrets flexed in space Clumsily masked together Clinging to the mind are silhouettes of intimacy Thirsty scrapes of memory ...

The smile is a flight of the lips, which will land only on the flower of a blooming heart. ...

I was sitting in a hotel bar one night Listening to a lady say how it wasn't right That staff were allowed in the saunas That people used. Ah..I'm learning, I thought, so... Staff are ...

The forest, silent and still, waits. 'Tis Midsummer's Eve and soon my fate will unfold. Not the sweet and merry tale Shakespeare told  but A dark and chilling fate I did not earn. Listen ...

Serenity takes a backseat to the hero Lost within his confused mind. There isn’t a friend anywhere That understands his kind.   A shattered resemblance of his plan That began within a dream. A woman told him ...

Life meanders as it does Flowing here and there. Then he turns around one day And sees her standing there.   She simply takes his breath away She is everything he had hoped. He wondered how he ...

Shadows dance across the sunset  Forcing winds to blow in objection.  Bringing water into atmosphere  Moisture surrounds the advection.  Sensuality isn't enough for the pain  Sex causes the crutch.  Elixir comes in punishment  for all the women ...

The little fitting princess The heartless heathen Half faced harlot With hardened mask breathing Drudge through discarded seasons Damaged from dichotomy Ravaged by psychology Disconnected Disinfected The stench of discontentment The age of life’s contentment Extend the branch of friendship Until you ...

When marriage is war outer life a lie, when mutual blame inflames daily battle (or hateful silence), even civility seethes.    He criticizes, she sulks. She pours another drink. Ties that bind fray, tension sends death threats. Under the same roof each ...

I have my own personal hobo. Bloomsbury Square at its finest, majestic trees, a bench, and there he's entrenched. Every day I cross the square at a light jog, battle the calories ...

You    spread your soft butter smooth, from the blade, over the rough of the lightly burned bread.   Shining, glistening, teasing                            in the morning.   Until, at last, you see his                            heart explode in a partly filled jar of strawberry ...

Poem A poem is a p, And an o, And an e And an m.   Poetry comes in and Drops the m and Says try harder.   Poetic comes in And tics poetry off   So a poem is a p An o, ...

The powder I blow in your face todayWon’t kill you until tomorrow. The life I steal from your bodyWas given to you only to borrow. ... I crave the life you ...