Beach Poems of My Youth -

Dedicated to my mom, who taught me love of books and the sea.

In the shadowed mist that is the place
between

Youthful Lives

Innocent eyes are ready to see
While eager ears are anxious to hear
Truth that lies inside you and me
Any

death is for losers,

leaves angels in their dust.

heaven is for morons

cus living is a must.

i found myself a reason

for

A thousand years from now
It wont matter the car I drove
nor the clothes I wore
It wont matter how many friends I had
nor the

Gone, like sunny days that cannot stay
is the exuberance of youth in me
departed far behind and long ago
youth, escaped, I