Women have their ways…
Love has it’s time
Then time is up
Humanity in its abundance!
Then go find one to trust.
Words spew and fall out of mobile mouths
Chained to a mind that itself is bound
To someone else’s thing or cause.
And the greatest and the noblest
Will be dragged into dust
The names will be forgotten…
How could it be else?
The truth endures it’s allotted attention span
And the mob loves so dearly it’s lies, then
Both lie together right where they die, then
Renaissance demands: Arise! and the companions new lives
Break free to begin an endless slide both
And hell swarm
Like lovers great truth, eternal lie
Like twin companions in time and love, forever for awhile…
Like a coin always
With too sides
Born in Houston, Texas and moved to Raymondvile, Texas in 1969. Family bought a radio station and helped with the family business until it was sold in 1997. Since then started an agency and mostly writes about experiences in Deep South Texas. Writers of the Rio Grande founder, editor and contributing author.