| Every now and then my mind floods with thoughts and my muse surfaces, thought I would share some of my work with you. Keep in mind, I never said it was good. |
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| Along The Shores Of My Memories |
| As I walk along the shores of my memories.. I see the prints in the sand of the years alone... So confused, the directions lost, the future unclear... They change before my eyes.. The moment I met you, the prints become clear and steady... Two sets, side by side... Again, they change; the prints return to one... This time remaining steady and moving into a future so amazingly clear... I then realize those two sets of prints have melded into one... Becoming a stronghold of love... The pillar of our love... Carrying us into a sun filled sky, a calm shoreline, a beautiful future only you could have given me... Just as those prints melded; our hearts are steadily becoming one... They beat together, they hurt together, but most importantly.... They Love Together... All my love, and many many more memories... You will always share the shoreline, of my mind. of my heart, of my soul... Eternally yours... Dedicated to my Love, my Life, My Tommy.... copyright 2003 all rights reserved |
| Mirror Image |
| Looking at my mirror image What it is I see Isn't a man of many attributes But a form of a man stolen away By his insecurities and imperfections An image not only blurred and distorted But also an image confused and despaired Looking deeper into the image Staring into the empty slots That were once brightest of blue and all seeing The eyes now hollowed Seeing only the darkness that envelops his mind Enabling him to escape the dwelling he will forever inhabit Falling deeper into the image, sinking into the gaping hole Where once a heart beat lively, so full of energy and love Now echoes a chilling silence The torments of a heartache still lingering in the shadows The arteries now beat the still rhythm of a life once lived The limbs of a life form now still, the only movement Hair Burnt Umber, once a glistening mass of youth Now stale and lacking its sheen, rustles in the wind Looking at my mirror image I see a youthful man A mask on his face A smile hiding self-contempt Eyes brightest of blue and all seeing Yet not seeing the man Alive in front of the mirror Just the mirror image void of life and hope Copyright 1999 all rights reserved |
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