I have been writing poems since I was thirteen years old. Mostly becuase I wanted to be a song writer.Done that did that. But living up on long Island can give you so much to write about.So I write.If you Like my poems let me know and so it goes.
Dwindling light from burning candles,
make the darkness appear only larger,
then the night is,
in this cold, hard life that I live,
...
About a rock,
not a pebble, not a stone,
but about a rock,
is it shale with dead crustations,
...
Would you share a piece of your bread,
to a person who has none,
would you give a bowl of rice,
when your belly is full,
...
Where was that place we were at,
do you know or have you forgotten too,
we do the same things all the time,
nothing new,
...
One day the stone will hit the cross,
and the love you feel will be lost,
unbroken bonds entwined,
will be torn and tattered,
...