I really like this one. I hope you do too=]

It speaks for itself.

An evening star is my Muse that has me searching the night sky on moonlit nights. It is like a woman to me that remains unaware of how she inspires me.

My muse has a mine of its own.

A poem about a kitchen table.

For Kymberly Hollander.

This is a poem I wrote in meditation during thoughts of life and the manifestation of pervasion that exists in the world around me.

All eyes on me; strange that this is both the nightmare and the dream and in truth do I really know what I want? A ~ Muse… I suppose I could take it if I were famous or even infamous but I’m just a joke that’s repeated; I guess that’s something.

Heaven and hell are no different. Bliss and misery walk hand in hand and talk foot in mouth without perspiring. No guns aimed across camps; the still light of peace imbibing.

For "Her."