For you

Your brilliant sunset hides,
amongst dull cloudy skies.
But I can see its beauty,
reaching to eternity.
Your red garden flowers,
have been lacking showers.
But I'll summon the rain,
and they'll bloom again.
Your fruit tree stands tall,
against an old structured wall.
But Ill tear down each stone,
you can stand on your own.
Let your fire chase the dark,
Let the embers give a spark,
My love, do not fear this night,
everything will be alright.

House of hearts

Standing in line at the house of hearts,
Thinking I needed a tune up or some new parts.
Was even considering trading mine,
for a brand new one, top of the line.
The line was the longest it had ever been,
I couldnt even see the door to get in.
People had sleeping bags and were camping out,
in the hopes of having thier sadness squeezed out.
Trading crushed hopes for brand new dreams,
or getting expansions for a heart ripping at the seams.
Behind me the line grew in leaps,
with everyones baggage in enormous heaps.
Arguing over whose damage is more severe,
who should skip to the front and who should stay here.
I began to imagine all the great things I'd do,
when all the aching is gone and my heartbeat is new.
Then it occured to me how absurd we are,
in line awaiting a heart without a scar.
Afraid to love until our hearts have been repaired,
and love will have passed right by us standing there.

Buzz off

The black spot on blue cloth
gave your posistion away.
I knew you were a fly,
I knew you didnt belong.
The second I reached for the towel,
you were long gone.
Always a step ahead of me.
I swing the fly swatter,
you zip away gracefully.
A buzz or two around my head,
you tese me,
you taunt me,
cause your not dead.
I pretend to be busy
as I wait for you to land,
hopeing to trick you
into deaths hand.
I am bigger, I should win,
but you are to quick for me.
Its you, devious black fly,
with all the victory.
I give up and,
I quickly forget you.
Until the next day,
I see black spot on blue

Promises

Born with promises,
whispered before your birth.
sealed with invisible contracts,
when you were just a piece of earth.
The sun will rise, just as it will set,
The desert will be dry, the ocean wet.
The moon will shine when the day is done,
the Earth will continually circle the sun.
All these promises were sealed,
before your fate was unvieled.
Oceans may seperate you,
but skies will connect you.
Promises of seasons,
promises of growth.
Never without reasons,
the universe keeps its oath

Goldfishy

When we sunned in the grass
by the easy breezy river side,
you told me you loved me
but dear goldfishy you lied.
The only thing you love,
the only light in your eyes,
is the easy breezy river,
which we laid beside.

On the Bermuda triangle

Out on a ship, riding in a plane,
people disapear never seen again.
Sucked up into a vortex of mystery,
this famous hole has gone down in history.
Nickenamed the devils triangle most appropriatly,
those who dare go there remain indefinetly.
Some believe its under alien control,
others believe its a time traveling portal.
The triangle is impossible to leave,
Try it out if you dont believe.
Like some of the situations in life,
no matter how much they are filled with strife ,
to be stuck in them with no way out ,
is exactly what the bermuda triangle is about.
So watch out for life vortex's of misery,
and dont repeat Bermuda triangle histroy.

Cette Nuit

One night, crisp and clear,
you whispered nothings into my ear.
You kissed my lips very softly,
then engaged in talking romanticaly.
On the rooftop, like in a song,
we lingered, oh, not too long.
But long enough to be free,
in a time we werent meant to be.
A memory of mine that I hold close,
for when Ill need it the most.
Of a loving embrace,
of the love on your face,
and us dancing in the lift.
The memory of the night is a gift.

Cowprint counterfits

I passed a girl the other day,
A girl in a cow print coat.
In her eyes was a familar glow,
I reckognized them, but she hurried by.
I tried to follow her as she turned the corner.
but I lost her in a crowd,
a crowd of cowprint coats.
As far as the eye could roam
it was a cowprint sea.
I cried out her name, they all turned.
All thier faces held the eyes,
the eyes of the girl with the cow print coat.
And Oh! Their smiles, their noses, thier stance,
they had copied the girl.
There were now a million cow print coat conterfits.
However, I am clever, and could not be tricked.
As much as they had mastered,
as perfectly as they had pretended,
I was able to pick out the real girl.
The real girl with the cowprint coat.
I saw her run, and I chased after.
Sadly, she was too quick for me.
But in her haste, she shed her cowprint coat.
Now all I have of my vision,
is an empty coat, to match my empty heart.

Dreams of times past

A memory of golden light,
crosses my eyes in slumber.
I dream of winged birds in flight,
across a sunset sky in summer.
My memory fades to shadows,
if I cross over from dreamland.
Your hiding in my dream I know,
I felt the warmth of your hand.
A memory of yellow warmth
covers my skin in slumber.
I dream of warmth by the hearth,
on a snowy day in the dead of winter.
In a state of sleep the colors dance,
for the pleasure of my minds eye.
I can live forever in this trance,
as long as I dont dare challange the lie.
A memory of flying and laughter,
teases my soul in slumber.
A dream of times we were together,
in a place neither of us remember.
Wake me never from this desire,
as the sun rises for a new day.
Let me burn in this passionete fire,
this is where I want to play.

Rendezvous

If we met on the sun,
we would burn our feet.
But can you think of anyplace,
that would be more discreet?

Love bugs

Even bugs have love,
my little horny bee.
Birds sing to each other,
from timber tree to tree.
Even rugs have love,
my little lonely mat.
Down in the hot subways,
a rat seduces a rat.
Even flowers cry,
my little sad rose.
The desert sun dries tears,
on a cacktus nose.
In the universe everything has love,
in the universe evereything has pain,
Remember this my little soul,
when you feel alone again.

Defining the definition

How do you define love?
Unrequited, heart wrentching?
Passionate and thirst quenching?
A gift from the vast universe?
Finding the one for whom you've searched?
Aching, crushing, needing?
outpouring, giving, heart bleeding?
The one who detroyed me,
the one who completes me.
The one who wont leave me,
the one who left me.
The one who never loved me,
the one who loves only me.
Love can be poison,
Love can be prison,
with another it can be a vision.
It can be the great golden key,
that will set your heart free.
With you it was encompassing,
I bloomed as a flower in spring,
I wilted as a tree in winters cold,
I died in my sleep like the old.
We danced, laughed and cheered,
yelled, cried, and jeered.
Our defintion is unique,
when love are the words we speak.

Fall In Virginia

Turning into this winding driveway,
brings me home from the dreary highway.
Breezy trees, green grass, fresh air,
chase my worries and relieve my cares.
Crisp fire smells swirl up my nose,
while leaves hustle dance as the wind blows.
An October sky fills the windshield view,
oranges and reds scattered over blue.
Stillness settles into these city bones again,
No room for stress in this place of Zen.
Happy chirping fills nature starved ears,
Squirrels crunching, rustling, and kissing deer.
No token, no ticket required,
To take a seat and be inspired.
Here in my Mecca my arms find a tree,
This is the place a soul is free.

One for all, all for love

A heart is vast and large as infinity.
Impossible to fill, impossible to empty.
Composed of memories like old photogtaphs,
of times we loved, hoped, cried, and laughed.
Imprinted with the faces of those we hold dear ,
and their words to us when they are not near.
Flowing with dreams from when we were younger,
Kind advice of a friend, passionate wishes of a lover.
The open heart is capable of unimaginable things,
dream of the joy, completness, and peace it brings.
The more of this world you fill it with the bigger it grows,
The more people it loves the more love it knows.

Morning tryst

Early in the morning,
we run side by side.
Early in the morning,
fast through the countryside.
The grass is wet beneath our feet,
running from the spot we secretly meet.
The sun is rising slowly over the hill,
escaping hand in hand is such a thrill.
Early in the morning,
we pass through the wood.
I would freeze this moment if I could.
Everyone is sleeping warm inside,
as we reach the place we come to hide.
Early in the morning,
we tumble to the ground.
Early morning loving in the oasis we found.

Serenity

Out in the garden under a shady tree,
the girl sat on the ground with her earl grey tea.
She gazed at the flowerbeds and beyond that the sea.
With waves crashing feriously upon the rocks,
and seagulls coming to rest in large flocks,
happily talking that funny bird talk.
Past them a sky painted in breathtaking hues,
a sunset in passion pink, fire orange, and wilting blues.
The flowers, the seagulls, and the girl all enjoy the view.
Together for this moment in the world of seperates,
from the beauty of nature they could all benefit.
The girl the shade, and the flowers the sun,
the birds the rocks, the waves flow into one.
The sky to cover and complete the scene,
The girl sips her tea and feels quite serene.

Make believe

I can conjure you at anytime,
and bring your face to my mind.
Eyes light brown with flecks of salvation,
I'm starved then I see you,
and you end my starvation.
I can feel your arms as they encirlce me.
I reach out for your heat, for your electricity.
Im found again with you here,
Im never lost when your near.
If I listen close I can hear your voice.
With octaves of love, my ears rejoice.
I need a vision, the sight of you
sometimes just to make it through.
Why must I conjure this every night,
to bask in the rays of your light?
Becuase my love you are far away,
and I cannot wait another day.

Tree Love Story

We are two trees,
you and me,
growing in a forest.
Our roots they meet,
beneath human feet,
forever intertwined.
Your leaves in Fall,
are prettiest of all,
the other trees around us.
Im seduced by the charm,
of snow covering your arms,
in a glistening white blanket.
Slowly as green begins to show,
I watch in awe as your flowers grow,
in pinks, whites, and purples.
Another year is done,
and bathed in warm summer sun,
we celebrate our birthday.
In this forest for a hundred years,
I have gazed at you my dear,
and forever I will love you.

Your (in my thoughts)

On the bus,
In the city,
In New York,
In the East,
Of the United States,
On the continent,
Of North America,
In the Northern heminshphere,
On the earth,
In the Solar System,
In Space,
In the Universe,
I thought of you.

Perspectives

To watch the sunset,
each ray reflecting hope,
It comforts me to know that,
tommorrow it will be the same.
And in the sunsrise,
dreams are born beautiful,
and if you missed it,
tommorrow they will be again.

To stand in a desert,
each grain part of a bigger reality,
in this crowded world, so too are we.
And in the golden waves of sand,
an endless pattern of nonsense.
funny to think, so too is life.

A mountain in his youth,
has his head in the clouds.
Eventually he will grow and spread.
As an older mountain,
he is filled with the knowledge,
that when his head was in the clouds,
the beauty of the valley had been hidden.

To be at the edge of a shore,
a tiny speck against a blue giant,
It is not just this life that counts,
There is a larger purpose.
The waves they crash against the shore,
then recede back to the whole,
life is our shore,
the universe our whole.

To feel love,
in every breath of life.
without this love we are incomplete.
This love allows for the soul to see,
with love we create;
sun, mountain, desert, and sea
without the love these cease to be

This much is true

When words cannot be expressed,
and wounds are not easily dressed.
When all the pain beneath your breast,
with happiness cannot be addressed.
When faith flew off into the sky,
and all your dreams beg to die.
As sun turns to rain before your eyes,
and nothing can bring that spirit to rise.
These are the days and the time,
when life is as sweet as red wine.
For in this moment (although its hard to taste),
You realize life is not to waste.
Open your heart to this day,
chose to live another way.

Wasting Time

Under moon and stars,
being this way we are,
time is flying by,
and we havent noticed the sky.
Under moon and stars,
peace has traveled afar,
we only notice the pain,
as we're taking the night in vain.
We use the darkness to cover tears,
an easy place to hide all fears.
Under moon and stars,
there is no joy in this way we are.
We turn our backs on the night,
we love not the moons soft light,
and ignore the stars shining bright.
Where Im am and where u are too,
night is lost and untrue.
Under moon and stars,
I hate the way we are.
Time is passing by,
we still have yet to see the sky.
And the moon will run away,
soon it will be day.
The eternal sun will blind,
and be there always to remind:
we wasted the night,
when the stars were most bright.

None Will, The Way You

Lovers in my life will be many,
though thier time with me willl vary.
I know I will have plenty,
and eventually one Ill marry.
But none will fill me,
none will capture my soul.
The way you capture me,
The way you make me whole.
Happiness in my life will be plenty,
though laughter will always diminish.
I know joyous times will be many,
and leave me with nothing to wish.
But none will make me smile,
none will ease my pain.
The way you do after just a while,
the way you make me sane.
Missing you in my life is inevitable,
thougth I know Ill always wait.
My life should not be lost,
and I can not predict our fate.
None will keep my heart,
none will complete this girl.
The way you fit the part,
The way you are my world.

This way!

The heart of the optomist,
is full of hopeful predictions.
The heart of the optomist,
never understands lifes restrictions.
The life of a dreamer,
is full of hope and sunshine.
The life of a dreamer,
doesnt stay within the lines.
The soul of a wanderer,
is full of lust for places unseen.
The soul of a wanderer,
is sure the other side is more green.
The mind of a creative,
is full of grand ideas and theory.
The mind of a creative,
is changing all in life thats dreary.
Those with this heart, mind, and soul,
those with this life.
Dont leave it all behind,
to fit inside the whole.