April 3-Universe

Dare I, as every poet knows Disturb the universe which grows In my own mind? The poet's said, "There is a world inside my head," As every man is wont to tell. Why does the poet create a hell By bringing forth each thought he forms?

April 2-Tazo

Lord, and thus I seek you here, Imagining my pen To be a means into your heart. I would it were. And then? Would I then know your sweetness, God? Stare I out at the rain And wish for some new remedy That would erase the pain Of not knowing

April 1-Cornflakes

The lack of you is something like Cold cereal without milk. To my weary, lonesome mind, Something of that ilk Is apt to bring me to my knees Like cornflakes, dry and cracked. 'Tis milk that changes everything- They're immersed, drenched, relaxed. Who would have thought that

Heartbeat

It's in those eyes I see your heart And feel it beat My own apart. You hear it stop, I'll make it start. I've been trusted- You'll not regret it. I am blessed And I'm indebted This is my joy-

mmmmmmMine

mmmmmm. I got love, and it hurts like fire. So, so low and falling much higher; Needing a feeling that words can express Instead of the ones that mean even less. mmmmmm. I got love, and as much as it burns, I take the coming and going in turns, And