My Words My Heart
No Goodbyes
Scarlet dreams and velvet sky / Walking hand in hand / Stolen kisses in the rain / Not to say goodbye
Steam is rising from the earth / Swirling round our heads / Staring deep into my eyes / You won't say goodbye
Pavement neath our searing feet / Sadness in my heart / Walking me back to my door / You must say goodbye
Scarlet dreams in harshest night / I cried myself to sleep / Stolen kisses never more / You didn't say goodbye>
July 20,1998
Lakeview
I'm standing on a precipice, a choice I have to make,
of oh at last freedom or indeed the role of slave.
Freedom is so dangerous such a price to pay
for learning to fly uchecked through the quiet light of day
to lose my actualization for the taste of unfetteredness
is not a desired station to help me forget the past
but on the tortured other hand, slavery is not preferred
to be controlled other's plans, is a state to be abhored
but the safety and protection of life by another's rules
is something that I'm used to which I don't want to lose,
still freedom gently calls me to break from all my molds
and life like no tomorrow will ever brush the coals.
October 16, 1998
Untitled I and II
I
All the moments of crystal clarity become the stained glass windows of my life,
and I wonder why I have no walls.
The stalwart roof that shelters me crumbles neath the weight of truth
and you question why I stand alone
The depth and breadth and heighth of love collapse with the first harsh word
So now I hide my tender heart.
II
I am building walls neath a canopy of truth
m,oments of clarity my windows in them
A house with a volume of love
Is where I wait with bated breath
to give my heart its one request
to live in sweetest, purest joy
June 14, 1998
July 10, 1998
Clarity
I sit in cornered solace
Awaiting a quiet nothing
To take me to the place
Where my spirit is wanted
My flesh is a desired companion
Where someone loves me
For the way I look
That person who waits
As impatient as I
Needs someone to love
I think she is me
November 22,1998
4:00 am
I sit at your door
And chat of amends
Thinking of regrets
Dreaming of love
December 20, 1998
Parade
The pounding drums
Keep cadence with my tears
As they track my face
My heart in pain
Longs for joy and sweet peace
To pour in its place
And lead me to smiles
Gone so long from my face
As though distanced by miles.
November 30,1998
Who Are We?
Who are we to say when night gives way to day
that light is just the sun that shines on everyone?
Could the green it not be gray with the closing of the day,
when clouds obscure and block the light
that chases out the dark of night?
When pink and gold o'er take the sky who are we to question why?
The glaring ball of atomic flavor
hangs in clouds for us to savor,
rising slowly and losing depth
and we are still as phantom's breath.
Who are we to cry
when dawn breaks loose the sky?
For we seek merriment and mirth,
we the denizens of the earth.
October 16, 2000
Farm Life
Ice castles for insects, log cabins for birds
and we live in controlled violence of chilled air and no sun
All our hair pulled back and skin covered up
we all look alike and can't find truth
we starve fore perfection and die as bones
we strive for perfection and lose our souls
we fear for the future never learn from the past
get caught up in talk shows pat our own backs
we're the ant farm of God and he feeds us crumbs
while we crawl through our tunnels and rebuild our homes
log cabins for birds Ice castles for insects
and we live in plastic as god's little pets
March 25,1999
Slammin
I am met in you as sorrow brings us to
share our deepest song write this whole night long.
You are lost in air, and I have yet to care
for anyone as I see you care for she who sees through you
I am caught in thrall of words and rhyme and all
a master of sublime you do this all the time,
so get my tissue yes I will everytime you strike the quill
and free the brine from my eyes to watch the sun set in the skies.
August 20, 2000
Night's Chorus
Mouth to mouth we greet the night
and fall as waves upon the shore.
Your hand is on my skin
your lips on mine
we role
my hair falls around our heads
sweeping the sand as I press myself to you,
your hands have found my waist
branding my skin with the lines of your palms
bruising me with gentle fierceness.
You guide my hips in this ageless dance
flesh to flesh and skin to skin the balmy night is ours.
My lips know your name and now the air does too
as it is torn from me in passion spilling over you
I return to rest my head in the soft down of your chest
as tears of swweet release spill from closed lashes.
June 24, 2000
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