I just spent an hour reading through your poems, Dave. Some made me very sad, others got a belly laugh. Whichever way, though, you have major talent with the written word. The images you conjure up are remarkable. Thank you.
David, you're a natural and I think you may be a genius, but I'm not sure yet...
hope is drunk
hope is drunk thrown to the curve. the blood that runs thrue its veins, is poisoned by sin. the strengh is lost by lust. the eyes are dull and confused, the body is weakend and weightless, soon to be turned to clay. hope is no longer drunk.