The One

The One


I feel alone
When I have no shoulder to cry on
But he offers his to my dripping tears
That’s the one
I would call at 3 in the morning for comfort
The one
That knows my secrets
The one
That is talented
The one
That cares when no one else dose
He listens to my heart ache and sarrow
And if its needed he will tomarrow
He must be
The one
The others laugh at me
He smiles softly
And I knowhe’s 
The one

Cosmic Coup

Cosmic Coup

What cruel trick is this? 

What joke?
Hell’s descent when thoughts of heaven won
Into the furnace and there burned alive
Day on day and night on night
Satan’s terrible works and my own
And that of every man
Till the fire was spat and the beast was beaten
The horn-ed devil broke of power

Whence my soul rose clean above the ashes
And came to rest in God’s own grace 

Etenal  light’s sweet flame
Senses whelmed and whelmed again…
Oh heart! 

To find at last 

Paradise on  this grey globe
Promise of being, promise of love

When hope was dead and dead of spirit: such gift!
And laughter echoes from the bowels below:
Yea, Heavenly  fire. 

But God is not king and Lucifer slave…
Lucifer rules. . .

And  God the knave

Alabaster Dreams

Alabaster Dreams

In the transparent black night,
My pumpkin drives away
Over hills and out of sight
Off into the distance

In these timeless moments,
My glass slipper shatters
Sp l i n t e r s and s h a t t e r s
Into a million shards

Though the dancing was divine,
The ball is over now
And the clock has chimed a dozen times:
The enchantment has gone

Yet usurious of hope,

Like waves in a seashell
Waft leisurely through the air
For I know
My fairy godmother will come again




Its time to start
So please surrender
Surrender from the heart
The time has come to surrender to me
To fill my body with tenderness and glee
I say surrender,
But only to me
Because another would never
Be able to see
I look deep;
Deep within your soul.
I see a box
So I start to weep
Weeping because the box is not so deep
Open your box.
Share it with me
For I shall make it deep as the sea.

Slice Your Way to Happieness!

Slice Your Way to Happieness!

I feal nothing but agony,

 And my only fear is me.
I want to be happy, 

But I can’t figure out whats wrong with me.

I’ve tried to escape what I’ve become
A cutter, 

Self abuser, 

A mutilator
I still feal hate running through my vains

So hot its burrning.
Cut my skin to free these emotions from me
I cry Helplessly
I’m not what I want to be all I am is me.

Fresh Strawberry Muffins

Fresh Strawberry Muffins 
1/2 cup butter, softened

3/4 cup sugar

1 egg

2 cups flour

2 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

1/2 cup milk

1/2 tsp vanilla

1 1/2 cups chopped strawberries

3 tsp sugar

1/2 tsp cinnamon

Cream butter and sugar. Add egg and mix well.

Sift flour, baking powder, and salt in a small bowl. Add flour mixture and milk alternately to butter mixture. Add vanilla. Gently stir in strawberries.

Spoon batter into muffin pans.

Combine sugar and cinnamon and sprinkle over muffins.

Bake at 400º for 20-25 minutes.

Makes one dozen muffins.



Life is love, life is mountains,

 Life is the rivers that flow up and below. 

Life is the sky that covers the earth from east to west.
Most of all life is the harmony and
Compassion that we share from soul to soul.

His Eyes

His Eyes


His eyes shine so vary bright
Oh how I want him to be mine
And have a place in my heart
But dose he know
I admire him from a distance
That I long to tell him so
Would he love me back
Or just turn me down
When I look in his eyes
They shine so bright
I think he likes me to
But how to tell there just
Too brown


Friendship is one word that means the world to me,

 We base it on laughs trust and honesty 

Even though we argue and fight, 

We both know its just not right 

My hand is always lending, 

Our friendship is never ending 

We always seem to have a blast, 

So I’m telling you my friend our friendship will last

Looking At Life Through My Inspiration 

Looking At Life Through My Inspiration 

I look around and realize
How people’s minds just maximize
They walk around hypnotized
All high heads and closed eyes
Tests, trials, and tribulations
What becomes of the broken hearted
Hopes, dreams, and inspirations
What becomes of the non-believers
The theory many people live by
Live, die, and try
What becomes of the non-knowing, everyday living humans
Bodies full of ignorance
Minds full of air
Hearts full of despair
People who actually care
Life is nothing but a test
As we sit on an empty nest
This is what I see from east to west
North to south? You finish the rest