Free Verse

All About the Ring

Beauty that shines like the stars in heaven

Sensual comfort fit

Wrapped neatly around your finger

How many diamonds does it have?

Is the clarity bad?

Does it outshine the moon?

Can it be seen across the vast seas?

Will it bring you contentment?

The larger the more happiness promised

Is your love measured by how massive the stone is?

Is your heart so shallow that the only thing

Conceived is the price tag hanging from it

What happens if it’s lost or stolen?

Will your love suddenly fade away?

How much more do you treasure

The superficial piece of happily ever after

What if there was no ring presented to you

Would your love suddenly get amnesia

Is it more important than the heart that’s

Offering you a spiritual connection

In the end it’s been all about the ring

Not what it should stand for

When Love Comes Knocking

When love comes knocking at your door
 Waiting to capture you away in its arms
Will you peek through your peep hole?
To see who it is
Or will you take a leap of faith and
Open the door so love can walk in
Tango with your soul
Having your emotions tightly held in an embrace
Body and earth spinning out of control
Has your heart been stepped on one time too many
And the knock is representing your pain with each rhythmic sound
Taunting you daring you to open the door to your heart
So it can come in and take possession
Or do you take a chance and forgive, heal the hurt
Let love saunter on in to mesmerize you with passion
How many times does it take to get it right?
How many opportunities do we get to love again?
You ask yourself what if I get hurt once more and this
Dance ends like all the rest, leaving your heart heaving
Yet still unfulfilled
Debating on opening the door as the knock becomes louder
The vibration of the pounding matching the uncertainty of
Your heart beats
Let me in to love you as you should be loved
Echoes each cannonade tempo
When love knocks will you open the door?
Embrace your future
Or ignore it and live forever wondering…


To wish away memories
Never give birth to pain
Letting remembrances remain in oblivion
Restless reminiscences roam unable to rest
Unsettle thoughts dangle from tears
Shadows of the past cast a sorrowful aura
Always a reminder of regrets that linger
Tangling themselves with the present


Where is the You I become
Where is the I to myself belong
A face in the mirror morphs into
A new dimension of you
Open my mouth to speak
It’s your voice that reverberates
Everywhere I turn it’s your image
That appears
Slowly the butterfly returns to
The caterpillar
All identity gone
Now the question still remains
Where is the You I become
Where is the I to myself belong

January Love

Jezebel a vexatious woman
Another dared not to be like her but failed
Narcissistic characteristics begin to
Unveil true desires
Arousing the suspicion of others
Rival for her affection
Yesterday a dual in the sun

Lost souls lie dying
Ominous laughter whispers in the air
Virtuous lady only a mirage in lonely minds
Eventually no one wins  
January Love