Its HERE!!!

For those who care and actully read this blog, Coming Of Age has finally been published and is ready for your book collection. If your interested in ordering information please click the link on the side of this page for my main blog, Closetwriterofmaine.blogspot.com, and you can order yours.


Cheers,

Mike

The time is getting closer...

Yup, thats for sure, it seems like only yesterday that I started working on this project. But like all great things that come with age, I am happy to say that the body of Coming Of Age has been completed and compiled, and is being edited and the cover art being created. Looks like things for this project are going to be done on schedule or close enough to on schedule to make it to the masses before the mid september deadline. I can't wait to see the responce of the book after it is published.

For now,

Mike

Florida Nights

Hey gang, its been awhile I know but I have been a super busy person. Thought I would however share with you a new piece that I finished tonight... hope you all enjoy it...


Florida Nights
Basking in the moonbeams
of a warm florida night
I sit and collect myself
after a day of balmy fun.
Off in the distance fireworks
clutter the pristine nice skies
in their brilliant momentary burst
from the Disney wonderland miles away.
Splashing of the warm wake in the pool
cresting its sides at times
as the young and young at heart
frolic in the pale moon light.
Echos of the steal drums
dance threw the pool side area
as the evening band in the bar
casts an intoxicating spell
over the sun baked on lookers.
With my handy notebook computer
waiting attentively at my side
I sit and sip my drink
imagining life away from this place.
Flying fingers on keys
just to tell the people back home
that yes I am alive and having fun
occupy my mind for a moment.
Time lapses a blur of sweet bliss
as the moon slips slowly
across the midnight black sky
as if it was playing a skillful game
of hide and seek with the sun and stars.
Its late now, and I must go
for the battery of my own body
grows desperately low.
Tomorrow brings a new grand adventure
for the tired bones that sit before this pad
lounging in the warmth of the florida night.

Twisted Love

How do I love you
let me count the ways
if I didn't have you I'd be lost
with out your bossing ways.
One nagging moment
in every hour each day
not that I am perfect
but you take the prize.
Two timing tramps
that you call friends
yet their standards lower
with each passing wallet.
Three meals a day
that you end up throwing up
just to keep that figure
that you think you have.
Four legged animal
seems to fit you best
not that your a dog
more like a bitch.
Five million questions
you ask me when I go out
not that miltary interigation
doesn't totaly turn me on.
Six clothes changes
you make before we go out
because people are going to care
if your purse matches your shoes.
Seven days a week you spend
telling your friends how I'm an ass
yet you walk on water
atleast you think you do.
So how do I love you
let me count the ways
not that I give a crap
because now you've gone away.
Good bye my love,
and your ignorant ways
never show your face around here
because I don't return the texts
you leave me seventeen times a day.