My love for you.

My love for you like a cool breeze blows.
Down thru the caverns of my soul.
Over mountain peaks of inner pride.
Across rivers of passion a mile wide.
To the valley of dreams where we laugh and play.
In the warmth of the sun we waste the day.
In the arms of love we've found our home.
Never more to face a day alone.



This goes out to my wife on Valentines day.

A Faceless Shadow

Words like a fist,
Crash into her flesh.
Leaving bruises unseen,
By the bare naked eye.

With mindless aggression,
And ruthless precision.
He strips off her beauty,
Her dignity, her pride.

Naked before him,
He stabs her with anger.
He beats her with silence,
Leaving tears in her eyes.

And when it is over
She quivers before him.
Yet returns to his bed,
Where she lays down to die.



While I have never personally been involved in an abusive situation. I am aware of it's unfortanit existance in our society. So for this poem I attempted to, at least for a moment, illuminate one such faceless victom. For this is a problem which happens around us no matter where we live, though we seldom see it, or even want to.

Ashamed of Men Like You

Heard you complaining about your problems,
While your wife was nine months due.
Drinking beer and watching Nascar
Boy I’m ashamed of men like you.

You bought flowers just to shut her up,
So you could watch the football game.
Called her fat in front of all your friends,
Since then things have never been the same.

You think you’re all that, and so much more.
As time keeps pressing on.
But one of these days you’ll blink and find,
The best things in life are gone.

Earnhardt is dead,
Your livers gone.
Your daughters grown,
Your wife’s moved on.

The house is cold,
The dog is dead.
Your lying all alone in bed.

You lost your job
The car won’t start
Doc says you’ve got
A troubled heart.

And do you want to know the very best part?
I’m ashamed of men like you,
Yes I’m ashamed of men like you.


Am I a heartless man for feeling so?
When your life has fallen oh so low?
I never wished you ill, I hope you know.
But I’m ashamed of men like you.

You were meant to be her valiant knight
Her strong right hand, her guiding light.
But instead you were her darkest night.
That’s why I’m ashamed of men like you.

Yet maybe there still is time to change,
Time to change a life flowing down the drain.
And if you pull it off, it’s safe to say.
I’ll no longer be ashamed of men like you.

No, I won’t be ashamed of men like you.

An Unwilling Sacrifice

Your illegitimate offering,
The cause of my suffering.
Your thirst for pleasure,
Is the cause of my pain.
How could you abandon me?
Don’t you realize you had a hand in me?
More than a bullet in your gun,
I’m your daughter, I’m your son.


This was inspired by a show on TV about the children of sperm donors. It got me thinking about how one man’s actions however casual or irrelevant he may think they are effect the lives of those who follow. So this goes out to all the children, all the men and women who have found themselves sacrificed upon the altar of some man’s self indulgence. Not to say that the man is always to blame, but maybe we’ll discuss women another day.