A few of my more recent poems:

When I Gaze Upon the Starry Sky

When I gaze upon the starry sky
And they doth twinkle, bright with glee,
I dream of a distant place, to fly
To a land surrounded by tranquil seas.
In this place my heart doth reside,
The heart in my chest a separate entity;
Yet to bounds of reality I must abide,
Feeling toward it an eternal enmity.
This pen hath become my weapon, drawn
In defiance of all the miles between;
My words bridging distance until I'm gone
From the world I have experienced and seen.
In solitude I yearn for the day I can be
In this distant place, my heart is with thee.

On Love

What can the wretched know of love?
He who lives in misery and despair
Can only share that which he knows:
The hopelessness of tragedy.
To love means to live as life should be,
To experience deep joys in the everyday;
He who looks around and sees beauty, happiness,
Shall qualify as the superior lover.
This man knows no limits to his love,
His emotions not bound by condition;
The feeling as pure as the simple joys
Found in the world as seen by a child.
Like Francisco D'Anconia he knows no bounds of time,
His emotion is as eternal as time itself;
For that, like distance, are mere delays
That pass like a flash to all things eternal.
He takes pride in all that he does
And strives to live and achieve;
He gives to another all that he is, was, will be;
There could be no greater tribute paid.
Should he find another lover
Who expresses quite the same,
He could possess no greater joy
Throughout the rest of his days.
For one such as he, if he experiences love,
Will undertand all for which it stands
And in each act upon this earth
Will do honor to his only lover.

When Love Dies

Where does love go when it begins to die?
Does it fade and then turn into black?
Does it hide in the labyrinth of our heart and soul
Waiting to someday come back?
Could it be that it never was there,
That what we took for love was a lie?
Blind to the truth, overwhelmed by emotion,
We fought just to keep it alive.
How can we feel it so pure and so strong
Only to one day have it stripped away?
Does the place in your heart become a dark void,
Growing colder with each passing day?
In time we learn to accept the idea
That the love is no longer there;
We go back to hoping and searching for
A new love that might someday repair
That rift in our heart and our soul
Where the dead love once did dwell;
And hope that this time it will be real
To avoid the agony of love's dying hell.