Alone in hell I have nowhere to turn
memories of you, my love you spurn

unseen forces have brought us together
my heart is scarred broken forever

in my dreams I feel your touch
my heart is full, never so much

time heals all wounds, this is a lie
my soul is lost, wanting to die

with broken pieces I must carry on
crying forever, with whats left undone.

Young love.

If life is a time piece.

All poets ,artists and creative workers ,need appreciation in order to procreate their work. So praise them my Triond friends and fans.

A Poem reflecting on the shades of love lost and the suffering felt afterwards.

Every thing for love.

A poem for the military moms.

Time is money.

Written around 1996, this is the first in a series of poems about my poetry and my self..hope you like it!

A poem I wrote on my girlfriend’s birthday.