The House That Colvin Built

There once was a window,
With vertical blinds,
In the house that Colvin built,

But Colvin likes twisting,
what his fingers can wind,
In the house that Colvin built,

Now the windows are bare,
curtains all misaligned,
In the house that Colvin built,

Once there were plates on the outlets,
For electrical lines,
In the house that Colvin built,

Then he found a screw driver,
And he did unbind,
All the screws,
in the house that Colvin built,

There once was a door knob,
And it was assigned,
To a door,
in the house that Colvin built,

But determination,
And a curious mind,
Removed it,
From the house that Colvin built,

Once there were bulbs in light fixtures,
in every room one could find,
Them in the house that Colvin built,

One by one he did pilfer,
Now we walk around blind!
In the house that Colvin built,

I try to repair things,
BUT IM LOSING MY MIND!
In the house that Colvin built.

Love is Not a Noun

Love is Not a Noun

Love is an action!
It is born of motion,
Expressed through sacrifice,
And selfless display,

Love is an emotion,
The beat of hearts rhythm,
Expressed in forgiveness,
And unmeasurable joy,

Love is a religion,
Immersed in practice and worship,
Expressed by the faithful,
And fulfillment of heart,

Love is NOT a noun,
Nouns lay about, listless,
Dependent on clauses,
To bring meaning and life,

Love is a collection,
A religion of active emotion,
Expressed by few who are privileged,
To have felt its likeness.