The closer I get to you the further you push me away what did I ever do but love you but deep down inside I know you’d kill for me ‘cuz you swore on a solstice night I was the one and only one you’d ever need…well in my heart there’s no doubt I’d lose my will to live if you were ever to say you wanted out… understanding you, understanding me isn’t an easy thing to do but regardless I will always love you, you bewitched me from the start putting me under your spell and worked a little magic on my heart now there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you…I’d walk through the fires of hell just to feel your arms around me have some sympathy on me baby you bewitched me from the start now I’m Under Your Spell, Under Your Spell oh my heart!
Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
Looking around for a loop of light, a captive throws out his trove of litter and ask for a right to be killed. This was question hour of your conscience. Who would now act as on executioner? Anybody who has
As the day slips behind the cliffs On the far-off horizon Taking along its glorious lamp And all the warm sunshine The earth looks down wearied All hustle and bustle comes to close The world enveloped in darkness Retires to
NEW MOON SPELL in the backwoods of the Louisiana bayou, voodoo is alive and well… Calling on fire, wind, earth and water in the shadow of the torch lights as the dance of the dead is danced, caught up in
The blooming adolescence , With some canker in its blossom , Or some dormant snake , Wilds all seasons . The budding flower , Arrests drones one by one , And feels thirsty for equilibrium , A peg in its
lying down under the Lamppost looking up counting on stars its dark lonely midnight, falling asleep dreamy night he appears from the shadows, Misha wonders, , , , , , stranger or friend? he draws nearer cold breath shaking hands