Friday, July 8, 2011

Bipolar High

Once in a bipolar high he gave me a pen
a key, to unlock the writer within

he said, a world of thoughts, words
randomly intertwined into poetry

his high, his belief, his world
that lasted just time in minutes

it is his pen - his gift to me
that inks the words to this poem

a dedication to his bipolar high.


By Just Me

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

just then

looking but not seeing
am i missing it - not observing

it's then and it's sudden
caught in a pure moment

unexpected - aroused
significant, intoxicating

him ..............Wow

By Me

About Me.........