Poetry of R.S. Louvierre

 I spoke to God today,  his voice was solemn and low,  "Ryland, my son, what are you going to do?" I told him "I just don't know".  "I'm not sure why you are here" I stated in contempt,  "I just don't know either", he said, "Seems my get up and go, got up and went" "What are you going to do?"  I asked after a moment of silence, I heard a sigh in his voice, "Pray to end the violence" 

Baby, you knock em dead,  God you're so beautiful,  and I wish I were dead,  please look into my eyes,  Looks to kill for,  Looks to kill with,  I wish you could feel more,  and kill me sweetly, Your legs are towers,  that I'd climb forever,  your breasts are flowers,  that I'd kill to lay within,  Your heart is nippy,  but everyone notices,  More eyes than Mississippi,  you catch them all.  

 In the cold breath of winter,  I am as unchanged as the sand beneath the snow,  Settled, but unsure if this soil,  Could, or would, ever let me grow,  My hands are dry, tired and calloused, and my feet dare to hold all of my burdens,  I'll continue to work my aching soul,  until the winter closes it's curtains, With the eyes of summer just beyond,  I'll keep my ambitions to the horizon,  as my mind floats out to the sea,  to meet the smile of Poseidon.