Secrets (Poem)

Secrets

If I told you a secret
would you keep it
or spread it around
across the town

If I told you the good news
would you share it
or rest in silence
in greediness

If I left you two wishes
would you save one
while using the first
to bring us close

If I left you tomorrow
would you find me
from yesterdays
that we once shared

An Industry of Seduction (Poem)

An Industry of Seduction

Welcome to the industry of seduction,
filled with areas of sexual corruption,
designed by ranking leaders of obstruction,
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Break free from the system and leave the cubicle,
Take the corporate ladder and throw it on the ground,
While the new era approaches as we dance around,
and live as people released from our self-imposed chains,
because we were once too scared and kept refrained.

Dinner at 7:00pm

Dinner at 7:00pm

I met you there,
just in time,
a quarter to seven,
until half past nine.

dinner came fast,
right on time,
we ended up drinking,
a bottle of wine.

When the check came,
you bolted,
guess the experience,
is now on my dime.

What if love were something else?

What if love were something else?

If love were nothing more than a sound,
would soft whispers still make us go round,
or would such strong passions wish to dream,
and stretch itself through a thousand screams.

If love were nothing more than a touch,
would a couple kiss and hug as much,
or would the constant feelings fade away,
and force April into the depths of May.

If love were nothing more than a sight,
would two lovers of art take delight,
or would the colors crack and start to drip,
like ruby red and peach upon chapped lips.

If love were nothing more than a taste,
would sugar conquer a sour that wastes,
or would the flavors mate and form a litter,
and force sweet love into something bitter.

If love were nothing more than a smell,
would perfume freshen where the odors dwell,
or would they mix into a smelly mess,
that force two noses into deep distress.

If love were all these things and much more,
could two hearts keep open the heavy door,
that leads to a place where love never dies,
where two become a one that never lies.

Three Shades of Gray

Three Shades of Gray

They say the world isn't just black and white,
that there are actually three shades of light,
inbetween the absolute white and black,
that rests dimly between our fronts and backs.

These shades are comprised of right, wrong and both,
from a careful mixture these bring us growth,
A little of black, of white, and some gray
they tend to enlighten us from the fray

When your world is bright, blackness is ready,
to mix white into gray on the steady,
but when darkness is all that you can see,
white stands ready to help (for a small fee)

How far down the long winding road?

How far down the long winding road?

I traveled down a long winding road
while curious to where it would go
from many miles I grew suspicious
as I peered back at something precious

From the starry nights to sunny days
roaming left and right a thousand ways
I began to realize with sadness
a bittersweet and growing madness

This road that I had carefully paced
filled me slowly with a cold disgrace
though my travels stretched forever long
the road I walked had been chosen wrong

Through pain and pleasure and wicked storms
I turned around to return once more
to greet memories from the distant past
and end where I once began at last