The plagues of mental torment on the human mind…

Money matters
but not for long
All is left behind when
tam-tams the final gong.

Appetite gone
Libido reduced
youth and beauty
to make-up induced.

A look into the nature of myself.

What I wrote while trapped in a place meant to help.

Everybody has those days.

A poem about love.

Sometime I dream of a better place and time.

My creative muse in action.

The dark poem in a male perspective. He Takes what he wants, literally, whether she likes it or not.

A poem of when you feel like you went down the wrong path.