First Time

You were standing there,
alabaster brow
under ebony locks.
Just standing there,
yet you caught my eye.

Your beautiful eyes saw
what other eyes refused to seek.
They saw me.
And only me.
And I saw you.

Your white ears
listened past my stutter
to the sweet words
I tried to utter.
I spoke.
And you listened.

Little did I know
how far we would go
along the path of love.
You will soon make me
the happiest man on Earth,
just by taking my hand,
to hold for all eternity.



A/N: This was something I wrote for someone who wanted something to give to his fiancee for her birthday.

Murder by Can Opener

Silver shadows
of cold steel
puncture warm flesh,
fresh blood
spilling out
crimson waterfalls
onto the
linoleum floor.

The tool of torture
clatters to the ground,
its mission complete,
drenched in rubies
of another heart.

Screenwriter's Lament

Flash of a camera,

the red carpet beckons

with promises of glory

and renown.

Yet it's an unfair world,

pitting brother against brother

and wife against husband

in a battle for recognition.

And 'tis only the actors,

the directors and producers

that gain the fame

so coveted by many.

What of the writers?

The thinkers? The dreamers?

What glory have they,

save one line in the credits?

'Tis a world of

superficial moonlight

and sea winds from the

giant fans off the set.

Trying to portray

the real with the unreal

until the boundary

is smudged to nothingness.

Poetry Class Poem #1 - Crash

Metal meets metal.

A deafening roar.

Two bodies entwined together

in blood and in gore.

Crash.

Sirens sound, detached noise,

Paramedics rushing to the floor

where two bodies twist together

not knowing what’s in store.

Crash.

They should have listened,

too drunk to find the door.

Yet they insisted on driving,

And now their eyes see no more.

Crash.

Haiku Heights #10 - Sacred

An occasion bright

The bride glides in joyfully,

For the sacred vow