Some may dream *a sonnet

Some may dream of far away places

distant destinations and strange faces
Some may dream to be in, some 'other' where
some 'other' where away from 'this' here
lack not the imagination to distance self from this chair
wish not somewhere other than my here and there
satified simply with my here with her
distant dreams of distaft destinations i do not defer

Have heard and have seen
of some 'other' where that some dream
Some may dream of far away places
Distant destinations and strange faces

But my soul does not ache to travel so fer
But my soul does ache for the presence of her

ramblings of a rabid love (sonnet)

the sun shines everywhere except inside myself
trust forever broken packed safely on the shelf
hate that I no longer t r u s t you
 but when its broken what can i do
wondering where this is going, i know where it's been
 forever reflecting, i have done it again
 just trying to enjoy the present
cause that's all i have with her


how to t r u s t when it has been broken?
most of what is left is not spoken
 words left unsaid
 is love dead?

same old thing turns anew
 life changing what to do
lies disguise the truthful fact
tired of dealing with all the crap

hear the winter wind howl
 give my best don't give damn scowl