This is a partially true story. To hide its identity some of the rooms may have been changed in the house. This is a poem about the first real snow this year (2012) and how I did not miss the winter snow blanket in front of my house at the darkest hours.

Raising Garlic and Seahorses.

This one is about doing the right thing even if it is seen as wrong. I feel mankind will evolve better without religion being passed as fact. I like the stories but it should be under fiction. Religion is like a truly die hard fan club of a book, but this book has undertones that motivate political issues, extremism, and even instigate war. This will be the last religion base poem for a while it is time to change tune.

I found this tattered scroll in the sands of some old desert they must be true.
********WARNING Do Not Read If You Are A Faithful Christian***********
This will likely offend. Sorry, now! I warned you.

Another holiday poem.

Short one about Cannabis for my stoner buddies.

I get a lot of Hondas and new chargers around my city trying to race my Mercedes Benz. They never beat me unless I don’t feel like it. Not even the drug dealer’s Acuras can take my Benz, so I rarely speed unless I see a jerk flying from behind me and I show them that, though Honda makes a reliable car, Hondas feel faster then are, Chargers look faster then are, and few dodges do well under high speeds. Mercedes on the other hand controls ever so smoothly at speeds of 160 and up. My favorite maker is Audi, though.

And our poet story concludes.

The poetic story continues.

This is your classic phantom scary story with a few twist and in poem form.