Monthly Archives: June 2011

A Note To Myself

Sometimes I forget I’m not only a man, but I’m only human. Vulnerability is not a weakness, it is a genuine emotion. Nights can be so lonely, but I shall face my demon. Thus I write to myself, as I … Continue reading

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Like A Child

          Beneath those intense eyes lies an innocence Quite much to worry but they hide its prudence Portrait of a man still hopefully rambunctious He is always a free-spirit but never oblivious But like every child … Continue reading

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Under The Summer Sun

Eyes secretly glancing Heart tentatively dancing Mind daintily whispering Palms sappily perspiring Funny how I begin to feel As you stood there like a statue Somehow all these seem so unreal As I discover your eyes change hue That cute … Continue reading

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Reverie of Romance

Romance is such a wonderful thing It is like a dream that is tangible Fireflies kiss and birds they sing Everything is just purely incredible Everyday feels like a day in spring The unmistakable sounds of a violin Fiddling among … Continue reading

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Interstate Runaway

I packed and ran like a real runaway Left my heart like Bennett did in San Francisco Made a conscious desire never to stay The day I left Texas and got out of El Paso I drove down the interstate … Continue reading

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Insomnia

Nights after nights of counting sheep Hours after hours of thoughts so deep My mind and body taken over by a creep Sometimes my soul can only secretly weep Alas, there is a voice inside my head A time when … Continue reading

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Alcohol

________________________________ Glasses of whiskey wash away wasted worries Shots of vodka vanish all them vile vanities Bottle of wine whisks away weary weeknights Packs of beer burn all the buried blindsides Flutes of champagne cheer to garish glory Bottle of … Continue reading

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