Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul

Eyes are the windows to the Soul,
I've studied you,
And I found you to be cold
I wait for my cue

I have made you presume
That I don't have a clue
My intellect will hit you like a sonic boom,

Foul creature your soul is rotting,
I see it through your wikid eyes,
As I spent my time jotting,
Your innocence I don't buy

Look into my soul,
Look what your doing,
My soul is dark, deep and pure,
Tinged with despair but adapting
Not to give up to the lure.

Fields in Memory

The January bite is in the air,
The house is lonely
The lonely fields occupied by cows,
The sheep go around without a care

We wait in hope now
For himself to come home
The woman lone

Pensive

Am sitting alone in the kitchen thinking,
On New Years Day,Two thousand and seven,
While my heart is still anguishing
But I will mot speak of it again,
Forget, forget, the mind
Forget.

Why I created this site

This is officially the sister site to this one. my hope is to publish some of my poetry that I work on at home in its own copy. As on my blog I put up other works by other poets that I enjoy reading, I wanted this soley to be a place online that you can sample some of my works, in contruction or those poems already finished that I am happy with

I have been writing poetry since I was 15 years of age