Impressions

Love may fade , what grief may stain,
or it may trade places, longing for pain,

yet in me somewhere , a forbidden space,
sorrow meets care , an endearing gaze.

she is mine and yours , nay ours to claim,
this beautiful soul, its follies and fame .

drunk!

I closed all doors ,when i split my head ,
I ran dead elevens , sweating.. in bed,
I forced a rhyme , (is that a crime?)
From second hand thoughts of a third rate mind,
Heres one now , as i knit my brow;
If life really is so same, so tame,
Why cant i get it, bet it, pet it, fret it.
Can you ?