Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The Lonely Poet

The lonely poet
Yet is there any other kind?
He who celebrates beauty
In a world that seems resigned
To quelch his ambition
To ruin is life’s design

The lonely poet
He craves a soul akin
To his own, the fool
Whose virgin heart is aching
Crying out for love
With each day that he awakens

Friday, February 22, 2008

Hefty Price/ Price Beauty

What within a beautiful boy
Distracts and captures a complex mind?
What power in their restless eyes
Leads man down roads to his demise?
Fairness in skin, strength in body
An old man lusts for brighter days
Yet beauty fades with passing time
And exacts its price in terrible ways