Too much Coffee makes Joe Wired— Like a cop on A sting— Re- Cording every con- Verses,  Hopped up on dough- Nuts And adrenaline With too much  Sweet-n-Low. “Shoo- T!” Cried the cap- Tain— After the co- Vert op- E- Ration Had been un- Cover- Ed— Botched by The over- Zealous cop— Too wired with…

Limelight shines bright—Like a spotlight,And it ignitesAnd up it lightsAll of your blights. Stare at the sun and be blinded—see, You can’t see anything when you see Through eyes of fire from the burning sun That ignites up each and every one Of the world’s seven point nine billion People in its whole population. The…

I endeavor to paint the picture, but the words won’t come out right.  Looking to the sky for inspiration,  I am blinded by the light,  And each word I seek to inscribe  Upon this scape whereon I write, Each word disappears up and away And vanishes from sight.  I hold this steel pen in my…

I now wear lipstick because you kiss me— And your lips reside upon my lips, Even long after a tender kiss With lips as smooth as the color purple And silky gentle whispers that ripple Across the surface of my spirit’s skin, Whereon you write love with affection’s pen, And so tell me that I…

A blank screen stares back at me Cursor blinking as I peer into the void Nothing is sacred nothing is pure Images of memories clutter my mind The landscape of my thoughts quickly Becomes and unbecomes becoming undone  It is a vast wasteland stretching out before The timidity of my mind as I seek the…

I cannot begin to describe what it is that I see  When I look on her face and see her eyes divine Which are ignited with the fires of life and light out streams As the sun at noonday igniting my soul with the vigor  And the virtue of life so terrible so awesome so…

I cannot write a word upon the page, Which lies before me, bare, open and clean Tormenting me and my mind with a plague Of all of the words written yet unseen Which I can feel but not begin to gauge  Nor plumb their depths nor find apex nor mean Nor can I even measure…

Break not the fast, my Love, till morning rise And therewith rise all mournings, cries and sighs. Feast upon Heaven’s feast that satisfies The hung’ring soul, which in the belly lies, Whence all Passion’s desires doth arise, Which must be subjected to that demise Of the Passion of our Lord and Christ, Whose loud lamentations…

I await the Bread of Heaven To feed my hungry soul; I await the Bread of Heaven To come and make me full. Dreams that I have dreamed Fail for lack of vision Of the Bread of Heaven In this earthly living. Daily I awaken To the sound of ringing, Longing for that Day When…