The Black Hole

Oh the harshness of space

The suffocating expanse

Where no being can dwell

Such is her heart.

She came to my life

It was more than a dream

her whim-bound eyes

Drew me closer, continually.

Her arms were as nebuli

her face, the moon

I was a deep-space explorer

She was my doom.

June Bug

Write something special for a special someone = girls like corn.

A face warmer than home,
Soul softer than the smallest sigh –
you know, after hands whisper love.
Aphrodite

Keen and acumen like a needle,
A cute sense of psyche –
you know, Her-a God to Grease.
June

Maybees disappear – definitive No or Yes,
Exhausted A to Z, layers of amethyst –
you know, the great divide.
Grand

Goddess of love. Queen of heaven. An abyss between us.

What Love is

Love is the core of peace
Peace is the epicenter of good
Good is the meaning life
Life is to be lived after love

Living is not existing
Existing is not breathing
Breathing is not speaking
Speaking is not easy

Love is what others are not
It covers the trap-door on our soul
It links our spirits
It fills a hole

I Wanna Grow Up

Adolescence makes no sense at all.

It tries minds of all kinds big and small.

Little boys put away toys and act as men,

While little girls straighten curls when ten.

Suddenly emotions cause all sorts of commotion

Sworn enemies holding hands becomes very grand.

Excitement peaks, new feelings reached, even in sleep

Until only the heart breaks abound in ignorant aches

And sleepy tears are overcome with darkest fears.

Adolescence makes absolutely no sense,

It shocks senses and brings repentance.

All small boys ought to remain coy

Then girls joys could they enjoy.