A disorganized house is the sign of an organized mind

My world begins in your hands It's flame is fanned by your breath Build it carefully Breath life into me Inhabit this new world Fil...

To the Father of My future Children… Since I know you don’t exist Can I compliment your hair? Can I say your eyes are beautiful? ...

A wild wind whispers through the trees It murmurs your name silently Time is waiting on a half thought prayer All of creation is full of...

There’s beauty in decay There’s life in death For by fighting for our lives We fight for every breath We cling to the everyday ...

I feel your hand touch mine It slides up my hips Your tongue burns my skin with fire As it slowly climbs up my thigh You pin me up ...

Flowers Although I’d love for you to bring me flowers I’d rather talk of books and music And walk along the beach holding hands And...