A Wound Too Deep

There is nothing left of me my friend

But a battered and shattered heart that bleeds

Many a wound it had borne with strength

But this last one was just too deep

Come To Me

Come drop into my arms,

Shedding all your fears,
Cry much as you want,

I'll wipe away the tears,

Drink them off your cheek,

Eye and trembling lip,
Hold you as you slip

Into deep, blissful sleep.

Looking And Being

Many you will find in each nook

Who look better than they are;

Who are better than they look

Spot you will only few and afar

Let Me In

You don't want me to ever go

Yet you haven't ever let me in

For years I've stood at your door

This is punishment for which sin?

Big Man Small Man

A small man makes look big,

The small things he loudly does;

A big man makes look small,

The big things he quietly achieves.

Woman Called Is She

I sit wondering in the sun

Who created this puzzling one

With infinite poise charm and grace

And many strange and wondrous ways

Woman called is she...

Pleasure she brings in her fold

Joy that lasts but not long

And gives way to pain and song

To sing to who is now a stone

Unmoved, untouched, silent and cold

Woman called is she...

Dazzling eyes and tender skin

Hide the cruel brain within

Always at work, silently, unseen

Without remorse to wreck and kill

Many a man of strength and will

Woman called is she...

Like a queen she sits and sees

A stallion come a cripple go

Writhing in pain and misery

Pitying the one who waits to go

To the queen of his fantasy

Woman called is she...

With a smile she sees him die

With a shrug she moves away

To charm another fool that way

No regrets, not a sigh

Why care for those die?

Woman called is she...

Petite Damsel

You are that petite damsel

With eyes like deep pools 

Of love,laughter like a musical 

Mountain stream,

Hands like little 

Buttercups and gait like a gentle, 

Majestic tigress 

Who draws me, pulls me

Ever so gently, ever so surely 

To the milky tenderness 
Of her proud little breasts