Another old poem of mine about how people can be used like pawns.

If love was a sport… that explains why I have never been good at it, hell I don’t even play sport video games. Coach Cupid… I never learned the rules, have I ever really played the game and yet in loving you “Sweetness” I want to be a starter.

I don’t want to play your game.

Once a cheat, always a cheat.

A poem of a player.

This is a poem a wrote about a guitar player.

Highly experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.

Highly experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.

A poem.

Everything has purpose. Everyone has a role. Everybody has a calling.