All Lit up like a carnival rideDeep in the throngs we hideCan't see the forest for treesYou can't see man for humanityFilth and poverty at every turnF..
Choosing a bookAt the local bookshopI read the short blurbThen I open it up.It has me hookedIt's so well writtenWithin a few pagesI've quietly been sm..
(Working hard)But then I look up and see you thereI can't help but stop and stareBest thing is, I know you don't careSo I gaze until you look up and s..
For some poetry is like breathingIt gets the poor soul beatingLike coming up for airDeep, deep gulps of sweet, sweet airFor some poetry is like runnin..