the lonely poets key board
a pianist to their words
playing out their life for you
the music can be heard
and if you listen closely
you can surely hear
the music coming from their souls
resounding crystal clear...





etches and sketches
soft faces
milky white paper
lines defining
a love
that will
never
be


broken pieces
shattered dreams
tattered soul and
scattered memories


will there ever be a love like your first love
if it were a true love
can you replace the loss
or does one merely overcome
is there by happenstance a better love
unknown or are we destined
to the eternal search
of heart fulfillment
even beyond our mortal self
will the soul go on yearning
or is love only
heartfelt



love is reflected back at me
through the eyes of the one
that i love drawing me in and
pass the color deep within
the abyss that is her soul
lost to my surroundings
wrapped in the warmth
of her arms comfortably deep
into her woman hood
i know what its like to be
whole i love what it feels like
to be her man...


writings from the tombs......

Simply excellent.

Very touching poem Tomb...

Beautifully done.

it says a lot. Thank you

Tomb, ya just get betterer and betterer...

Dragoness that pic ROCKS!!

thank yall for your nice words ...